Disturbed

A short poem, depressing and sad.

Disturbed

 

I am disturbed and shaken to my core,

I am disgusted at all I see around me.

I feel enveloped by the chaos and evil around me,

I feel trapped in an unforgiving and cruel World.

I want to break free, to go against the grain,

Against the way of the World, I want to be free.

I feel covered in the filth of mankind,

Like a prison I cannot escape, no matter what I try.

I feel sickened by those who choose the path of wickedness,

By those who would prey on the weak and helpless.

By those who would go against their conscience,

By those who seem to have no soul, no heart.

Who am I against such a swirling tornado of evil?

Who am I that can make a difference in the World?

What can one person do against the evil of so many?

What can one soul do to quell the darkness of Man?

I must remain strong, I must remain true,

I must pursue the light, no matter the cost.

Even if I am mocked and scorned, I must persist,

For good men are slowly dying out.

I am disturbed by this existence, by this cosmic joke,

Yet I remain, and I must live my life.