Today

There seems to be so much bad news in the world today.

War.

Poverty.

Hunger.

Disease.

"No news is good news." says an old proverb.

But apparently, bad news is good news, too.

At least, to the media, it seems.

A plane crashes.

A soldier dies.

A school shooting occurs.

A terrorist bombs a city.

And here I sit, wondering how I'm going to pay for college.

I went to a major league sporting event once.

There, in the stadium, I saw hundreds of thousands of people,

All living lives just like me.

I thought to myself,

"What am I?"

I am no different than any other person I saw there.

We all have hopes, dreams, ambitions.

We all have pain, heartache, and depression.

Who am I to suppose that I matter?

Does my life mean as much as theirs?

So, I decided.

I want to make my life mean something.

I want to show proof of my existence.

I want to end the news.

I want a world with no shootings, no weapons of mass destruction, no reckless endangerment of life.

But that comes tomorrow.

Tomorrow can't happen until today has ended.

And today, I need an education.

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