Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Wait for the Credits

I sorrowed my existence
I grieved for my being
All because I
There has to be
Something beyond
What I've seen
Because this world
Though beautiful
Is neither safe
Nor moral
Nor what it seems
Innocence has fallen
Becoming prey to danger
Kindness is missing
Hate and anger
War and crime
Famine and disease
Are common
Joy is the stranger
I can't make it better
All I can do
Is wait
For the credits

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