S Is For Sad Poem by Sophia White

I don’t want to run around
This great big wheeling earth
Like a hamster in a ball
Rising just to fall
No sacred home or hearth.

I don’t want to run this race
This speeding, staring track
Is filled with lies
And cutting eyes
Fingers pointed at your back.

I don’t want to join this crowd
This crowd of human sneers
It’s naught but hate
Appetites to sate
On unsuspecting peers.

I don’t want to run this earth
Where the darkness grows so deep
Eyes behind hands
None understand.
Just let me go home – and sleep.