Some days life seems pointless
a pain filled world, without hope
some days having an obsession
seems the only way to cope
Hurt people … hurt people
a bitter disease
love recedes
a world on it’s knees
Hope dissipates
replaced by pain fear and hate
is it too late?
Fate?
We’re losing our humanity
to a cycle of insanity
Me?
Some days I want to kill or cry
I’m haunted by “Why?”
some days I get high
when I want to die
Compassion has become old fashioned
in our “new society”
some days I am overwhelmed by confusion
and I ramble aimlessly
Some days I reach out
I take a hand
I make a stand in a dying land
Some days I see the kindness
instead of all the selfishness hurt and violence
and I have hope for society …
Maybe even me …
Some days
