Disturbance
Where I come from,
people are lost....
cut each other down,
at all cost!
Should I stay and make amends,
leave,
live my life? Pretend?
I have not energy to make things right....
no guts in my soul too fight....
However,
deep,
deep,
inside....
My selfish feeling too....
make things right.
I am a small part in this world,
but my soul is crying to make things heard! ! !
Some direction,
maybe from my God! ! ! !
Yet, tooo tired,
Don't want to work that hard! ! !
: (
So what is a selfish person to do?
Write a poem...and maybe....
leave it to you?
poem by JAR Poet
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