It was a blink in an eye
a moment in time
another bomb
another boom
the type that spell out doom
they happen so often now
one of the tragedies
that ends families
starts a new path
a three hundred sixty degree spin
up off the ground
and back down again
but this time
with no legs
no hands
no feet
a couple bruises
a broken bone
that just the undertone
now what will happen next
last week a suicide
Now this?
Such a coward to hurt innocent bystanders.
Whats going to happen now
we wait for the next thing
the next headline
the next tragedy
so much is just starting
stuff is happening
when things reach their end
a new thing begins
people are dying
starving
hungry
disease ridden
shot
murdered
ended
dead
crying out
HELP!
YOU ARE READING
Happening
PoetryThe poem Happening I made after the Boston bombings and being fed up with the state of the world. The second was for Remembrance Day.
