Your Utopia is My Dystopia

a poem that highlights a thought spiral I’ve had for a long time

Photo by Martin Adams on Unsplash

Utopian world
neatly framed and organized,
happiness guaranteed,
support and resources abundant.

In this clean and rinsed world,
we so dream,
we so borrow concepts,
in hopes of forward movement,
but is there such a thing
as a utopian destination?

Or,
in achieving one’s utopia,
you instantly create
dystopia
for all who never fit
the neatly arranged lines
of this original dream?

What happens to those
who never fit your utopia?

Thank you to Ravyne Hawke for this concept prompt:

What is your idea of a Utopian world, or Heaven on Earth? Describe it in detail.