Out here in the world,
where the sun far too often doesn’t shine in my heart,
there is a black mood,
a black mood,
an attitude,
a mood, that is hard to define,
a mood that will not depart,
and in here,
here in my heart,
how cold it is,
how cold it is without any sunlight,
and how cold it is with no positivity,
in so many people’s minds,
and how cold it is in a world,
where so many people do nothing except work all the time,
and where there is so much violence seemingly all the time,
oh, what a crime,
oh, what a crime it is,
and how unkind,
how unkind is society,
because so many people are deprived,
deprived of love,
and the world is filled with such great misery,
and we, we need a miracle,
a miracle to part the sea,
the sea of tears that so many people have cried,
and that so many people have created over the years,
yes, countless tears,
that have flowed like rivers because of hate,
and because of violence and fear,
and how sad it is,
how sad it is that there is in this world,
so little cheer,
and how little time there is in the metaphorical sun,
barely none,
for in our hearts when there is, along comes another horror,
another violent act,
and how frustrating it is,
that the human race,
seems determined to take part in suicidal acts,
acts that will only make the world come undone,
acts that will never really be forgotten,
and that will not go away,
acts that bring such great dismay,
oh, how much time we spend in the grey,
oh, the grey, grey, grey that just will not go away,
yes, oh, how dismal it is,
and in what great despair I lay,
as I watch the stories on the television and online,
and read in the magazines,
and in the newspapers,
and that I hear on the radio,
oh, how frightening and how terrible it is,
and it is from these horrors,
so, hard to get away,
so, so hard to get away,
but, what are we to do,
I wish I knew,
because so many people have failed,
at what they said they were going to do,
and the problems of the world remain,
and the suffering and the pain it is a crying shame,
an awful shame and it is truly insane,
that there is not more logic and common sense,
in people’s brains,
and unfortunately, the world’s problems remain,
and, on how to fix them,
I have my ideas,
and so, do many others too,
and the weight of the world,
it presses down upon my shoulders so heavily,
and world peace is a sacred cow,
but an elusive one,
and peace is far too infrequently here,
and I have hoped, and I have wished for better times,
so many times, now,
and of the world, I am not proud barely at all,
because there are so many people,
intent on inflicting suffering,
and because of the constant sight of it all,
it has brought me low,
and it has brought me down into a depression,
that I have no wish to know,
and I do not walk so tall now,
I do not walk so tall,
because there is much not to be proud of in this world,
and far too much suffering and pain,
but in my heart, I will do my part,
my part, to make it better for us all,
and I can only hope that the world has a change of mind,
and that we, as the human race,
we strive harder and we work harder to,
end the constant foolish violence, that solves nothing at all,
and I will continue down my chosen path,
trying to bring light to the dark,
whilst hoping that others do the same,
and whilst hoping that those with violent minds,
come to their senses,
and whilst hoping that they cease their violent brutality,
of which so many people seem to revel in and enjoy,
and who seem, of violence to never be ashamed,
oh, what a terrible shame, what an awful shame,
for it is such a strange mentality,
such a strange mentality,
that continues so persistently to persist,
and that disturbs the sane,
that disturbs the sane, time and time again.
About The Author
