This World

Sometimes the truth is ugly.

This World will do that.
It will chew up your soul and spit it out,
leaving you to deal with all of the piecies.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

through history life has hit its people harder than hard, left death and bruised minds, rubble and utter regret. But, but.. we survive, we bounce back because somehow the living need to regain themselves and their surroundings. Surely?

That said, your poem reminds once and for all that we need think, somehow cope, somehow survive.Your poem is more than memorable, light and ashes.

[light and ashes]

Thank you for leaving me a memorable and well thought out review.

[emmajoygreen]

Aquarius is heart-wrenching.

[light and ashes]

Thank you..

[Betty Hermelee]

Life is tough for all of us, with wars and climate change and political upheaval, crimes and lies and guns and much more.... we have these things thrown in our face every day...so it does affect us in many ways...and it is distressing....short and important!
Warmly, B

[light and ashes]

Very good point, Betty!!
And so very true!
Thank you so much!

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome
Warmly,
B

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

It conveys a sense of the challenges and struggles we may face in life.

[light and ashes]

Thank you.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Light… putting the pieces of the Puzzle together is a challenge that requires Courage… while others drift along like tumble weed… we must plant seeds that will encourage new growth after Winter Snow .. when Patience is a Virtue. softly, Pat

[duff]

Hold on tight and weather the storm. Although battered and bruised it might be worth it. Great work. I like it.

[John Sullivan]

Thankfully we have poetry to take the edge off and provide the needed catharsis, both writing and reading must be good for the soul.

[light and ashes]

I believe so, thank you so much.

[Perdition]

Thankfully we know this puzzle. We know with our eyes closed and can piece together what makes us unique. Yep, the world holds a blank page of what it owes us ...but thankfully it remembers we are the ephemeral lot of its children, the hopeful fruit born to chance. Loved it~

[light and ashes]

Love your words, Perdition.
Thank you.