The World is Dark

The world is dark.

The world is cruel

The world is careless

The world is bleak

Those very thoughts cross my mind daily.

Love is blind

Love is vain

Love is unsure

I experience this daily

Sadness is all seeing

Sadness is insuring

Sadness is a sure thing

Sadness is a beast that cannot be tamed

Anger feels vile in my body

Anger wells in my chest like a bomb

Anger consumes my personal being

Anger is poisonous but brings the best satisfaction

And this anger is pointed at nothing but me

So this anger will be the end of me 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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