*I had to write this for English IV class my senior year of high school. This is my own version of “The World Is Too Much With Us” by William Wordsworth.
“Cursing Is Too Much With Us” (February 18, 2009)
Cursing is too much with us,
day and night.
People use it to make them feel alright.
Saying and shouting, we waste our words.
We scream it from the mountaintop, yet we’ve heard
of what we’re missing, the gentle, the sweet, the thoughtful words.
The heart is cold of the gentleness of our voices, we are vicious,
our voices, our hearts, so malicious.
Our future is ruined of the beautiful rain, it is only dark,
not good at all, we do it anyway, and we knew it from the start.
The dark abyss of the shouting, no more of the beautiful sun,
or we could beat down the voices and easily say we won.