They said to write a poem to clear my head
It will help
And you are good.
I am not particularly fantastic
Well sure you are,
You can capture emotion and -
That's what a writer does
Just do it, okay?
Why is this right?
But it seems to be the norm.
And I just can't take it!
It leaves me speechless
And I don't know how to react and that makes me nervous
But I can't even think straight
And everyone is crying
What is life?
I know that that question is probably normal to ask,
Especially at a time like this,
But Living is the only way to have response
But if that response is bad then what is the point?
This was supposed to clear my head not clutter it...
And what about the people?
There's a reason for this
And often that reason is too sad to comprehend
But in order to understand,
We have to look deeper.
We have to step into another's shoes
And legitimately question whether we would have done the same.
Most often the answer is yes.
And that's scary.
Scarier than the act itself
The fact that we have that capability
The capability to conceive a thought
Of killing more people than imaginable,
In one of the most vulnerabe places
Known to man.
Why is that?
Why is our immediate response violence?
Is it the enviornment?
Or perhaps it's more that
Society has changed
And not for the better.
Clutter. Clear. Clutter. Clear.
I can't decide.
But some thoughts are on paper
And that's okay.
It's okay to express.