Our Broken World
Have you ever wondered about it,
The broken world out there?
Occupants rush through their days
With smiles plastered on their faces
Trying their best to ignore
The pain which threatens their smiles to
break
The surface so pretty and bright
Hides a much darker fight
A murderer lurks about
And soon many mourn no doubt
From haunting dreams people awake
And through their hair their fingers
rake
For get up and at it they must
Forgetting all ill like old dust
or so it would seem on the surface
but it is only a very pretty terrace
which hides a melancholy house
running around a wheel like a mouse
so the surface seems calm as a lake
how every soul doth break
everybody has experienced some deep
sadness
we simply must realize we’re not the
only ones
and stop being so selfish in our
thoughts
more than one pity party happens each
moment
all rights reserved. written by Heather Van Manen
