To exist in a world
that is burninβ
that is hurtinβ
the words fail to describe the everyday living moments of
βwhat is happening?β
βwill I make it through?β
sometimes
for a long time
I didnβt want to
Make it, through
This world, on fire
Itβs sad
Itβs bleak
Itβs cruel
For a long time
I couldnβt break my shackles
Imposed on me by systems of oppression
Aware of how I could never get out
I wanted to choose
the way out
Now
Soon
Why prolong the inevitable?
And in times of darkness
I still ponder those thoughts
Because over and over
This world shows me how cruel it can be
Lonely
Unforgiving
How the evil people rise to power
How the good-hearted arenβt given a chance
Belittled
Constrained
Tore down
I hate this world.
And nowβ
it seems like an endless loop
Of suffering
Of brutality
Of terrorism
On the human spirit
Where is the humanity?
There is no humanity
And in times like this
I ask myself
Was there ever?
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