In my quiet solitude,
I ponder things strange and skewed,
with my mind in quiet brood,
of the chaos I have viewed.
A world torn and full of hate,
Nations grappling at their fate,
People divisive, and, as of late,
the future I do contemplate.
Helpless though we often feel,
Some cry out, some just kneel,
I've found a way- I do reveal,
a method through which I appeal.
Very much to my surprise,
Through my writings I do surmise,
Comfort comes in disguise,
As poetry, I realize!
So though the world I cannot change,
Still amiss and often strange,
At least I know I can arrange,
Words in ways to ease the pain.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 5:36 PM UTC
In my quiet solitude,
I ponder things strange and skewed,
with my mind in quiet brood,
of the chaos I have viewed.
A world torn and full of hate,
Nations grappling at their fate,
People divisive, and, as of late,
the future I do contemplate.
Helpless though we often feel,
Some cry out, some just kneel,
I've found a way- I do reveal,
a method through which I appeal.
Very much to my surprise,
Through my writings I do surmise,
Comfort comes in disguise,
As poetry, I realize!
So though the world I cannot change,
Still amiss and often strange,
At least I know I can arrange,
Words in ways to ease the pain.
An experiment in monorhyme, and a revelation on my part that I do enjoy writing poetry!
