It’s so loud
The tears and blood that violently hit the ground.
Miles away, but felt and heard all around.
On life’s, not so merry-go-round.
Fear is the scent of suffering aloud.
And my inner space isn’t any quieter now.
I get no breaks.
Unless I take, a large dose of prescribed sleeping aid.
Even that is not working great these days.
Nighttime is breeding ground for thoughts to ruminate
Time to put them all in the lineup, and begin to interrogate.
Inside, outside , daytime, nighttime.
I never feel 100% peace anywhere.
How does anyone feel alright?
Or sleep at night?
Humanity is causing humanity needless pain.
With more inconsolable suffering.
Our earth is crying.
Humans are carelessly dying.
Most people alive today are not living, they’re barely surviving.
Whether you live in riches and need for nothing.
Or in a tent, surrounded by nothing but sand.
Where there is hope…But not in man.
The most infertile place is the best womb for faith.
Fear is but a physiological experience, not a permanent state.
That doesn’t lessen the blood that is being spilt every day.
Though it is a reassuring thought, that nothing can ever stay the same.
Not even the terror, that holds hostage my sleep.
Or the pain felt when hearing about another careless death, or bombing.
Humanity, we are loud. And mother earth is crying.
The creator watches with sadness as he tries to decide, if we are ever gonna be worthy of this gift of life.
With the state the world is in…
I ask again, how does anyone feel alright?

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