Poetry

What is our wrold?

Here, In my heart I was struck.
Nowhere to go in the muck.
And defenseless like a baby duck.

Here they knew I was weak.
I couldn't stand or speak.
What happened to the meek?

No one to be my guide since my dad you past.
I thought of his death was the last.
They told me moving on would be easy fast.

Doesn't anyone know I'm a good man?
Please some try to understand.
Why are the words you speak so bland?

I look up, but I don't got my hopes high.
I wish away I could fly.
That one day I could say goodbye.

I hope you know you're not alone in this hell.
This world, this place is my jail.
My lifeless life is just another fail.

And that's what makes my eyes tear.
That rage, the hate, the fear.
But I've learned, away we can't steer.

I'm living a crazy life!
And I just lost my wife.
Can't you see the world's a bloody knife!

I wish you could see it too!
Thousands of people shall read this poems from me to you.
And every time they read it, you know I'm bleeding blue.

Man I accept this situation as it are.
But peace and kindness we are far.
Flying to the end like a shooting star.

So here, come and kill me.
Away I will not flee.
No I'm glad for the true world, you see.