Extinction by Daria Jakubisiak
Everytime I hear youngsters speak
I think; what happened to the older speech?
The beauty of language that I have learnt
is passing by quickly with everyday.
The words and phrases are not the same,
completely different they became.
Everytime I try to understand,
completely new words are being made.
It feels like drowning in the sea of confusion,
when I try to understand the language illusion.
Everytime I think of a language I once knew,
it feels very distant and it will not renew.
A powerful sense of frustration here and some good shaping.
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