Hiroshima

Meaningless yet priceless,
An foolish journey for the intellectual
An impossible hurdle for the broken
A tempestuous storm for selfish.

A game played by all men
A game in which men lose their minds
Where the idiots succeed
And inexperienced bravery sees out the night.

It is a curse
A spell placed upon the Adamite race
A hex which brings pain and joy
Peace and destruction in equal measure.

A necessity we do not need
A riddle without an answer

Youth

Memories of things that were and things that could have been.
A double-edged sword that brings both relief and regret
Pain and joy
Hope and fear

Ooh to be able to savour again
That which was lain before us for our indulgence.
Which our greed denied us the opportunity to enjoy it
A delicacy so richly prepared but so poorly consumed.

It now and forever will saunter,
In the belly of the beast,
The behemoth created by our impatience.
That aborts the ability to live
And lulls us to sleep today
Dream of a better tomorrow

Is it too late or
It is too late?