Cruel World Poem by Practicing Poetess
Cruel World
How can the earth keep spinning
As always, again and again?
Can't it pause, just for a moment
In acknowledgement of his pain?
How dare the holiday shoppers
Be oblivious to his cries
And carry on, as usual
After his sister dies?
Why is the world so normal
When time, for him, stands still?
It seems so cold and callous
Devoid of all good will.
For him, a defining moment
That forever alters his life.
For the world, it's business as usual
Cold and cruel as the blade of a knife.
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The merriness of others
Is like salt in a wound
To one who suffers alone with grief
Very well done, Poetess. Good rhyme and meter, and full of feeling.
Thank you, Carl. Perhaps it's because this one is true.: -)
Thank you, Carl. Perhaps it's because this one is true. : -)
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4/25/2024 12:16:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You present a realist vision of the world, which can be impersonal and uncaring about personal tragedies. I have often had similar thoughts about this. I have trained myself to be less sensitive (if possible) .
Michael, as poets we never want to lose our sensitivity, because that is an element that enables us to compose touching and lovely poems that stir souls and move people. But it's a delicate line to walk, in maintaining that balance between sensitivity, and developing a thick skin so as not to be overly offended by every little thing. " If possible" is spot-on, when it comes to poets. Good comment.