A Broken World

dying is easy living is hard so i heard i ask you look around you what do you see other than a broken world so much torn survival every day has been moulded into an art people everywhere their suffering silently mirrored in hollow eyes no hope no smiles eyes once so hopeful now lifeless i have no answer nor any solution there is no remedy nor any salvation and i can offer none people are struggling through life bearing their own cross attempting to provide for those who rely on them i close my eyes shut i silently ask "please understand if i do not want to see" i find my solace in the smallest of mercies enabling me to every day put on my harness shielding myself against the broken world it is there for every one to see