As I lay me down to sleep
On this day, my heart does weep.
When everything seems out of place
In a world that spins without God’s grace.
When leaders think that they are kings,
And electors simply their playthings
To manipulate as they so please,
Like mindless drones on bended knees.
Violence is as violence was,
And hatred thrives, just because
They’re told they’re supposed to feel this way,
Original thoughts, left to decay.
Another day, another year,
Another mother’s cries I hear.
Another innocent laid to rest,
A society that’s a fucking mess.
I watch the snow fall to the ground,
And try to value the beauty abound.
But instead, I find it takes a toll
As I count the flakes as missing souls.
Before too long a blizzard flies,
And icicles form below my eyes;
As tears, they fall like frozen rain,
I find my heart numbed to the pain.
This world has surely turned my soul,
From welcome warmth to bitter cold.
Or perhaps, I’m having a dreadful day.
Perhaps, tomorrow I’ll be okay.
Perhaps, in the morning, I’ll smile anew.
Perhaps, we’ll get some good news too!
Perhaps, but I doubt it.
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
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Hope springs eternal, someone wrote. It's a good job it does, otherwise we are all done for. I feel ya. Well done.
Cathy, Warmly and eloquently expressed of what we all think. 😔 Tomorrows, I hope.
Yay Cathy!! Congrats on honourable mention!!
Yayyyyy you placed on the Leaderboard! Congratulations! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Cathy , you manage to say what many of us are thinking yet you do it with grace and style ( sometime with comedy) once again you nailed the times. Congratulations on the leaderboard placement
Awesome and amazing, my friend!!!❤️❤️💕
Heavy, heavy poem but incredibly beautiful (and important). Wonderful!
Very impressive flipping of the snow imagery and the repetition of "perhaps" definitely felt like hammering the nails of a coffin. But I do hope you get some good news.
I love the optimistic nihilism of this Cathy! Excellently written as always!
Ah, but we are meat suit wearing skeletons made of stardust hurtling around a star and observing the universe and our place within it. Even the lowliest life and grubbiest thought is still a breathtaking prism seen through that lens.
Cathy, the flow and overall mood of this piece was just breath taking. Thought provoking and so poignantly written! Amazing work!
Taking stock of the world and its many woes is numbing, unspeakably painful or an opportunity for hope of positive change. This is striking meditation on choice and individual perspective in difficult times. Great work, Cathy!
Thank you for this poignant and heartfelt piece; I think all of us resonate with it deeply, looking around at the world today. Painfully beautiful reflections like this one make it a little better.
That we still care enough to consider the weight of the events that befall our fellows is the very essence of hope itself, for might the idiot in power also eventually learn to care? A well-wrought and timely meditation, Cathy.
I’m praying for a better tomorrow my friend because I know to feel like this is heartbreaking.
This broke my heart so much. The world has been becoming worse over the years in every way. Nothing at all is getting better 🥺
There are good news they are just not in the news
SO MANY: As I count the flakes as missing souls. from guns, violence, and deliberate vehicle slaughter. We got through 2020,2021,22,23 and 24 and we will make it!! 🤗
Felt this so much… very powerful poem. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Just watch and pray I believe that's what the Bible says.
Things are grim, but powerful poems are still being written by splendid humans like yourself, Cathy--hope remains.
Yeah I think a lot of people feel like this. You expressed it so perfectly though. Wishing you all the best.
I think this expresses how so many of us feel :( Wonderfully penned, my Queen.
Well written, sadly true
Sad but truly remarkable work Cathy! https://youtu.be/HWgUBFOCxB0?si=q74GfrkO8WU0qYLR