Jun 2018
This world I was born to hasn’t been so nice.
In the years that have passed,
my eyes have seen so much.
In one lifetime, it’s more than anyone can take.
Buildings collapsing,
and planes falling.
Bombs exploding,
and guns going off.
Too many lives lost too soon.
Storms raging with a force that rips apart the places people call home,
and disagreements turning into full on wars.
Music that once comforted,
ending with notes that some heard for the last time.
It’s enough to bring me to my knees,
begging God to stop it.
I don’t want another person lost before their time,
or the pain in my heart to grow any bigger.
The scars already surround every part of its’ surface.
And I’m not sure how many tears I have left,
before I call it quits.
In the years that have passed,
my eyes have seen so much.
In one lifetime, it’s more than anyone can take.
Buildings collapsing,
and planes falling.
Bombs exploding,
and guns going off.
Too many lives lost too soon.
Storms raging with a force that rips apart the places people call home,
and disagreements turning into full on wars.
Music that once comforted,
ending with notes that some heard for the last time.
It’s enough to bring me to my knees,
begging God to stop it.
I don’t want another person lost before their time,
or the pain in my heart to grow any bigger.
The scars already surround every part of its’ surface.
And I’m not sure how many tears I have left,
before I call it quits.
I have been having an incredibly difficult month. The days are long and nothing seems to be going right. I feel like a complete failure and to top it off I have been really missing my dad these past few weeks. More than normal. He passed away in January. The only thing that seems to bring me comfort is writing and prayer. I worte this poem last year, but it still is relevant of today and how I feel. Thank you for reading.
