Screens – A poem.

Our lives, are screens.

For we are the generation,

that has never seen.

 

The world without a way to capture it.

As if our memories are damned,

or at least, that’s the mould they want us to fit.

 

But perhaps, we want something that we can hold on to,

If the world starts to fall apart, again.

To prove the happiness was true.

 

We are the generation, that cannot have a home

Constantly moving and changing

But we should be saving, not daring to roam

 

I’m part of a generation, damned before we start.

Judged and questioned looking through screens,

to try and mend our broken hearts.