I Cry

I’ve been finding it hard to write lately. Not because there aren’t things to write about, but because there are – so many. A lot of people have written about what’s going on in the world much better than I ever could. And, to be honest, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. It’s overwhelming at best. So, instead of trying to be as eloquent as other people out there, I decided to write a poem. Here goes...

I Cry

I put pen to paper

My mouth can’t form the words

Surrounded by so much tragedy

A world brimming over with hate

I close my eyes at the images

My heart breaks for the victims

So far out of my understanding

A burden so many must carry

I struggle to make sense of it

I hope for peace among all

Regardless of race, religion or who one loves

I don’t know what else I can do

The finger pointing and blame spirals

All sides ferociously butting heads

I can’t stand the screaming

The injustice, the shallow, small-minded and lost

I hug my friends tighter, frightened

Tell them how much I love them

I cry for the innocent that have been taken

I weep for all the lives that have been lost