The peoples fears

Thanks so much for reading! I very much agree with your wise kind comment🙏
Much appreciation!

Another great read, H.R. Your poetry is always extremely thought-provoking and deep!

That last stanza really resonated well with my views:

"As they emerge from the brain fog
they see they are just cogs
in the machine.
Still they serve and they slave
till the day they're in the grave.
But till then the yearning to escape
builds and builds to the breaking point
of complete reality dissolution."

The messages in your poetry remind me a lot of the messages that are present in Pink Floyd's music. Isolation, alienation, societal rebellion, and anarchy. "All in all, we're just a... 'Nother brick in the wall." "Welcome, my son, welcome...to the machine"

Anyway, thanks again for posting and getting me thinking deeply about these issues again. Have a wonderful day, man!

Thanks so very much newbeginnings!🙏
I greatly appreciate your inspiring kind words of praise🙏
Yes I'm very much influenced by pink floyd, the music and especially roger waters and his lyrics which have definitely have had the biggest impact on me.
I'm flattered by your kind words
Thanks so much!🙏

Another philosophical rumination shared with us - really loving the energy of these, Hunter.  I'll honor your request for honest critique with the below:

The peoples['] fears <  plural possession

People, [p]eople what's it all about? < lower-cased people to reflect the title
Attempting to shout these subliminal secrets (out). < you use ‘out’ in L5
As we get older 
filled with so much doubt, 
[there will] be no (more) time to whine [or] scream out loud. < there will vs they will / you use ‘and’ in L7  
They'll never fathom (it,) beyond our baggy eyes /
and plastered smile (is where) emptiness lies. 

^ Who is “they”?  The next generation? Let’s clarify a bit. Perhaps

Darling, darling 
have you gone to sleep 
finally [be]cause that's the only < the ‘b’ consonance with bare and better would be great
time I can bare my soul to you. 
(And) there are some things better left unsaid, 
secrets [too] shameful to speak (out loud). < redundant – speak infers out loud/ you used it in L5

As they emerge from [their] brain fog
(they) [realizing] they are (just) cogs < you used ‘they’ in L1
in the machine. 
Still[,] they serve and (they) slave 
till the day they're in the grave (.)
[while] yearning to escape[;] 
builds and builds to the breaking point 
of complete dissolution of reality

If you apply the suggested edits, it will read as such:

The peoples' fears

People, people, what's it all about? 
Attempting to shout these subliminal secrets.
As we get older -
filled with so much doubt, 
there will be no time to whine or scream out loud.
The young will never fathom emptiness lies
beyond our baggy eyes and plastered smiles.  

Darling, darling 
have you gone to sleep 
because that's the only
time I can bare my soul to you. 
There are some things better left unsaid, 
secrets too shameful to speak.

As they emerge from their brain fog
realizing they are cogs
in the machine. 
Still, they serve and slave 
till the day they're in the grave
while yearning to escape;  
it builds and builds to the breaking point 
of complete dissolution of reality

These are just suggestions to enhance the flow and clarify a bit.  Sometimes as we edit initial suggestions, we see additional that can be added as the poem is restructured.  

Much enjoy your brain-process.

Thank you so much Ahavati for this great comment and critiques which are always appreciated!🙏
And by they I suppose I really meant strangers and friends or loved ones not really knowing how someone really feels inside.
I very much appreciate your great suggestions which definitely enhance the the flow and structure!
Thanks so much!🙏

It's always a pleasure, Hunter.