The lost world

As the clouds glide behind fractured boughs,

The final day of March is stubbed out by a mask of snow,

Light turns its back on a violent world once more,

And helplessly observing I'm lost on the ride of my emotions...

A waking world will fool itself once more, 

As a dying child looses their battle on the floor,

A human disgrace plays their victim,

Whilst Insecurity and guilt drives another,

To a pill overdose and wine...

Those of us left, sane but all abused,

Have had the chance of a pure world obliterated,

Though through blinding odds,

Some of us survive in the smothering air,

Some have found the light in this lost world. 

Reviews

[SoulofManyFaces]

This is a raw poem..it stands firm, tall to be read.
In this stanza: The final day of march is stubbed out by a mask of snow,
(March should be capitalized)
In this stanza: A waking world will fool it's self once more,
(it should be itself)

Good write overall, and keep up the good work:)

[TransparentHearts]

Your writing is powerful...saturated with meaning. I adore it so much!