As a black hole <br />In your soul <br />a moth <br />in your old clothed heart <br />You wear your <br />concern for the World <br />accompanied <br />by your <br />weighted down shoulders <br />and sorrowful eyes <br /> <br />I am the WorldSorrow <br />the Black Burdain <br />of the worried <br />eating you up <br />But no matter how much <br />you cry <br />no matter how much <br />you mourn <br />the coldness of the World <br />the killings and the Wars <br />the victims and the Destuction <br />I do not matter <br />unless you fight it <br /> <br />the tears on your cheeks <br />are but salty water <br />until you make the reason <br />for them <br />real. <br />Real and fightable <br />Real and extinguishable <br />Real and Your Problem <br /> <br />Until you act up <br />your weighted down shoulders <br />are only weighted down shoulders <br />but when you do <br />your care for the World <br />is a source of improvement <br />a way of stopping the violence <br /> <br />I am the WorldSorrow <br />until you acknowledge me <br />I do not matter <br /> <br />But when you see me <br />For the harsh truth that I am <br /> <br />You can Change the World<br /><br />Old Teenage Poems<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worldsorrow/
