Humanity

a possible solution?

the sadness of human morality

comes upon me like a wraith.

the shadow crawls and cowers

from what the blacken man saith:

"why must the human babe cry?

he thrashes, wallows, and wails,

for he, already being clever,

knows that he will essentially fail."

the scarred man turns ne'er to be seen,

the absolute pale truth of what he said

hanging heavily in the air,

turns every face white then red.

the breath is taken from their sight

stolen from them by the night.

Author's Note

this might seem like it has no real focus , it was written in very few minutes

Reviews

[Jeremy Wyatt]

I don't think we always need afocus, this feels fine, quick is good for poems I hope..
A good poem to make me think!