1984

Writing letters while I sleep, 

my thoughts; they seep.

Awoken I fall into "no",

with much to forego.

Simplicity is a virtue, 

that is quickly consigned to.

What is said is heard,

and thought is absurd.

This is my wisdom,

but i stay mum.

For you are the future,

and you must be sure.

This is not life,

but my ongoing strife.

Ehh. I am kind of disappointed about how this came out because i had higher hopes. I am reading "1984" which is about a dystopian society so I thought it might be cool to write a poem from the point of view of a resident. Hopefully you like it more than i do.