The World is A Mess

the world is a mess
a great stinking mess
where animals are dying their time
and all we do is protest
that it’s not our fault–
for it’s survival of the fittest
you can’t blame it on global warming, girl,
that bear simply failed life’s test.
But what do I know about the world around me
where deeds so dark
have become part of reality,
where a brush of a hand is now sexual assault
and forcing one to have sex with another
has got to be ‘their’ fault,
where children are no longer immune
to weapons that leave them maimed and dead
where the world turns a blind eye
to every bit of bad news they’ve read
for it’s too overwhelming when on days like this
I don’t know who to believe anymore
and sometimes, ignorance can be bliss
but I can’t remain asleep forever, I can’t ignore
the world is a mess,
the life that I once knew
is no more.

via Daily Prompt: Theory

Photo by Brian Wertheim on Unsplash

Reprieve

it’s a different world out there
a sense of darkness lingers in the air
where hatred and prejudice have claimed the day,
where humanness and compassion have lost their way

will hatred win and will love lose?
what now should our children choose
when words of hatred spew from everywhere
from mouths of leaders who do not care?

where courageous acts go unnoticed
indifference reigns, a sad prognosis
for the world that once was, nothing but a dream now
how do we move on? I no longer know how.

via Daily Prompt: Reprieve

book case

for my birthday, i want a bookcase
where i can live a different life
page after page
each treasured book a sweet escape
never one to lose my place

for my birthday i want a home
where i can live and not be afraid
like i always am
each day the same unflinching reality
another unfulfilled life on the lam

for my birthday i want to be happy
for life will be short
from here on
i’ve fallen far from where i started
but from this moment on, I’ll be reborn

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Hope

I used to believe
that the world was kind,
that underneath all our trappings,
we’re all of one heart
and mind.

But as each day goes by,
I cannot help but see
that the things I believe in
are becoming harder
to find.

Kindness, love, acceptance…
sometimes I find myself wondering
where have they all gone?
When the day is over, are we
really alone?

But within the fringes,
I see it, this glimmer they call hope.
Maybe one day, you and I will find it
and we’ll learn to do more
than just cope.