Tired

Drained of creativity, Finding nothing left to say! Sorrowful of world events, Returning to packing for chaos. Saving what I can. Universal sanity, Is coming to an end! No one sees the gathering clouds, Or at least, Cannot say out loud. Living in harmony, Has just passed! Peace will not last. Only understanding, That each person has a strength. Relishing the positives, At length! Finding the common ground, Moving thoughts around. Sharing many ideas, Results in allaying fears. Destroying the chaos we create, Making room for thoughts to wake! Finding solutions, That will not forsake, The humanity we've left behind! On dust heaps and wars, Hatred of a kind, That leaves us drained, And full of disgust. For all the horror, We have created, Being sorrowful is a bit belated!