Noticing the bad

 

Sometimes I look up and stare at the sky

I notice how far it goes

Then I realize how big the world is

And how small we really are

Then I look around and see all the people im surrounded by

How many of us there are

And I wonder about their lives

I want to ask them if their happy

Because when I look at the sky it is beautiful and blue

And when I look back down I see all the horrible things we do

All the curlty and racial issues

It makes me sad

And I find it very hard to look past the bad

If the world is so big

Then how many people are in pain

If others see what I see

Why don’t we make a change?

◄ Depression

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 22nd Apr 2017 21:08

Very fine thoughts well put. It is sensitivity to ideas like this that really mark the poet.

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