A World Half Empty or a World Half Full?

What is the world filled of?

How does it work? and why?

Why do some chose to assimilate into the crowd intstead of being themselves?

Why is life so hard for one person, but so easy for another?

Why is there war, why can't there be peace?

Will these questions ever truly be answered?

Weren't we all created equal?

Or so they say, because that's not how some people view life.

Would the creator of our world be happy with what we have done with it? 

A world full of hate, anger, war, racism and neglect. 

Why can't people go the distance?

That extra mile. Wouldn't it make sense?

That one simple gesture could start a chain reaction around the world. 

Then would these questions ever need to be aswered?

Comments

spudsshasta

This poem is also posted on one of my good friends blog on blogspot.com.

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741