Oh, How Little We've Come
Slumber for the Beast.
“Oh, How Little We’ve Come”. So many years, it is starting to feel normal. It is starting to feel simple. I want to change, change how I feel, change the circumstance, but how. I am just an emotional woman mad at the news. We watch anticipating a break but end up choking on the truth. We weep over what we see and forestall the next airtime. Sadly, so. It is big. It is hard to comprehend the magnitude of our lives. It is so big it seems acceptable, but who sets the formalities of our lives, oh wait, they do. A standard we think we set. “Oh, How Little We’ve Come”. Dark days seem so normal our standard is set so high for people so far down it seems like heaven. A monetary cloud of bliss. But what do I know? I would like to think there’s value within our culture, value within our struggle, within our goal. But it is not our culture, it is not our struggle, and we have no goal, because settling is what we have been taught, and it is all we know. They fed the beast and let it out to play. We felt answered, understood and triumphant; little did we know. Oh, how little that we know. The beast played and laughed and bathed in the light, but all good things must come to and end and 8 years later the beast was full and fell back asleep. They allow us to sleepwalk and you don’t question it. “Oh, How Little We’ve Come”.
About the Creator
Kyla Finchum
I am writer. I do not write for likes. I write to tell the truth in hopes it inspires my fellow peers.
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