The Grind

We are all
children
of This Modern Age.

All our wonder
has been replaced
with technology rampant
and fleshly failures.

The Heavens fall,
not as we see
but spiritually.

We blunder
through the days
and find too little truth.

Fantasy is for
the bold,
who know what love is for.

Poetry is for
the brave,
who know what love is about.