My world seems to be full of cold <br />Through my eyes everything looks so old <br />Though I'm not brave or strong or bold <br />I'm an old soul or so I'm told <br /> <br />Through these eyes all they see <br />is a world of darkness and so empty <br />Sometime I wonder, why God, why me? <br />Why did I have to see these atrocities? <br /> <br />Our world is tumbling into despair <br />And we are going with it, without care <br />Most dont know that it's there <br />That anything exists outside the internal world of theirs <br /> <br />You gave us a chance God <br />We're throwing it to waste <br />Yet we claim to be deserving <br />Hypocrites is what I taste <br /> <br />And see and smell and hear <br />They say face all, yet wont face their own fears <br />because if they did they may not stay, instead they may flee <br />And the world will know that they too feel empty<br /><br />Kristen Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thought-30/
