What was the point
Why did I even try
I could have just given up
I could have just been quiet
And just hide it
To not trust the people I know
To just shut up
And shut down
Leaving everyone lying around
Making myself impenetrable
Keeping only myself intact
Even though I know I lost hope
There is no pure in this world
None to trust
There is just greed and hunger
Evil and power
No one cares anymore
No one to see the real world from the illusion that they are in
What has happened
What have we become
There is anger and hate
There is loathing and jealousy
Where is the good in the world
Where is the generosity
I only see masks
And the titles
I see the death
And destruction
The is no reason to trust
So why do people do it
For the big picture there is no hope
But what about the little picture
What has that become
Just what has happened to it
For what if that is what saves me
What if it heals me
From the little details
To the microscopic
What if that heals me
What if that reminds me
Reminds me to trust and love
To see the good
Not just the bad
Or the evil
So what if there are two paths
The good or the evil
The big picture
Or the little one
What if there is still hope
Even though it's not in the big picture just yet.
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To everyone who reads my poems, sorry that I haven't been writing. Just been lazy and had no motivation.
