The world
09.14.06 (3:38 pm) [edit]
The world at times seems full of pain,
No one exempt from its reality,
Hemming us in
Chasing us down
Nowhere to hide from its search.
Within or without
Suffering and pain
Do their art,
Sculpting something unknown
Since darkness hides it from view.
A dark mystery,
The why of it all,
Or the need,
Also why we do so much to ourselves
Drawing out our life’s blood.
There is more of course
In the scheme of things.
There is love, joy, and compassion,
But pain rivets our attention
Blinding seeing anything else.