my generation (long)

We are the new failures the new doubters the new disappointments. We are not motivated not what you hoped not what you wanted. Ambition isn’t in our vocabulary nor is dream nor do we care.  There is no concept of ‘future’ here or ‘better’ here or ‘justice’ here. We are immersed and basted in your trash in our lost cause in our broken hearts. And there is nothing past this waste this tragedy this clean up crew. We are your joyous leftovers your happy remains your unexpected let downs. We are your shames your embarrassments your unpredicted disgust. You see us as losers as lazy as weak. Perhaps that’s what we are just your shallow end just your toss away. I’m not sure if we should be sorry should apologize should seek redemption. If there even is reconciliation after this is hope past rubble is love past disappointment. We’ve drug your bags long enough your screams your demands. We had no chance of accomplishment no hope of winning no energy for response.  So now you know and we know now our files match now the air is crystal. You know for sure and forever I am no doctor I am no lawyer.  If i could stop this for you i would stop my sad breath stop my pathetic heart.  I forfeit, dad. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 08:56 PM PST   10 • 0 • 9