No Cruel World Poem by Kevin Patrick

Burn the mocking ghosts knocking at your door
Lock the warden of your doubts in the drawer
Cook the ashes of your mistakes into a pie
And Lynch that mirror of your anorexic mind

When you think that your worlds falling apart
Send a postcard with "get well" to your heart
If you think have the lead role for the blues
You're just a bit part wearing someone else's shoes

Don't follow the maps of someone else's life
There are so many roads to be plucked when their ripe
Set sail on a dare, and leave your baggage at home
Let Happenstance be the spice wherever you roam


This world was never cruel for you to say goodbye
It was man who made it cold and hard to just survive