I am growing tired
of wars that scar the sky,
of cruelties crawling beneath my skin,
of hurricanes that howl through hollow streets,
floods drowning the breath of the earth.
Once, I held the world in open hands,
every crack a wound I tried to heal.
But now, the weight is too much,
and my hands fall empty,
numb to the fractures they once cradled.
Empathy fades like a song buried in the storm,
its melody lost in the chaos.
I turn blind
to the cries, to the shattered voices.
Even the wind is silent now,
and tears fall without a sound.
I am losing myself
in the rubble of a collapsing world,
where kindness shatters like glass,
and the light flickers out—
a flame extinguished by apathy’s breath.
I close my eyes,
but the darkness lingers,
and hums with silence.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
These words seem like something God – if such a being existed – would write.
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It’s one of the written in the spur of the moment ones. I was listening to the news in my car on my way to work and I noticed how tired I have become of the conflicts (big and small) of wars and apathy… I am just tired of the state of the earth…
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So am I, and to be honest, it’s a relief knowing I’m old and won’t have too many more years left on this troubled earth. I’ve never felt so discouraged in my life, and if Trump is re-elected, I honestly don’t know how I will cope.
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I understand this very well
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