Intricacies; oneshots

emotional about tragedy

a (shitty) poem I wrote at 2:00 am last night in 15 minutes;
also I stole the title of this from vihart on yt

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the world has ended a lot lately,
for lots of people of all kinds.
the world has ended five six seven eight nine times in two months,
actually there's too many to count.

when did it get to be this way,
or has it always been like this?
progress made is now lives lost,
there's too many to count.

and they're saying to remember their names but there's too many too many
and people are praying for Paris for Orlando for Istanbul for madinah for nice why don't we just pray for the world?

and I'm scared
because my town could be a target for terror
because I'm not cis nor straight
because I'm not white
because I'm not a man
but mostly because what if the world ends again?

there's so much hate and it's swirling boiling overflowing from homes and people and I'm drowning in it

there's so much love and it's spilling pouring overflowing from homes and people but there's not enough

and I'm still drowning

the world has ended too many times in too little time for far too many people