Is there such a thing as an optimistic cynic?

[xjessica_faithx]

They had the Golden Age

Born into lies, war, and sex

The bastard child of tainted politics

Mindless and blundering

A drug born babe

In the arms of a mother

Reeking of decay.

Both naïve and cruel

Son raised a fool

By a world that does not understand

The madness of its own children

Daughters of want

Starving and cold

No one there, left

Comments

[writing_light]

Hey! Sorry to "butt in" to your journal. I just wanted to say this is a really good poem! Do you write a lot of poetry?

[xjessica_faithx]

Oh feel free to "but in" any time you want.
Thank you so much, it means allot!

Yes I would say I write quite a bit.

[normaniac]

Oh! Kali Yuga... Can I say? I think you're really talented person
Can I friend you?

[xjessica_faithx]

*Blushes*
Oh thank you so much
Of coarse you can friend me.
Can I friend you back?

[normaniac]

You bet!