The Pain Of The World

This world is sick,

Full of people who like beating people with sticks.

 

Murder or theift,

What else is left?

 

Greiving and sorrow,

Hits people quick like an arrow.

 

Why do we hurt people?

When it only brings people to the steaple

 

Pain, Guilt, and Sarrow,

Only bring the questions about tommarow.

 

Life is a precious thing,

But it goes out with a big ting.

 

I wish the world would be kind,

But the world we live in seems blind.

 

Author's Note

Another poem. Enjoy :D

Reviews

[Kaitlynn A. Black]

So true! A blind world where there seems to be more people volunteering to put on the blinders than taking them off to see reality! Awesome poem! Kudos! =D

Jedraya

[Edward]

Thanks :D

[Felecia]

"Full of people who beating people with sticks."
I think it's suppose to be
"Full of people who beat people with sticks."

"Only bring the questions about tommarow."
It's spelt "tommorrow" not "tommarow"

And I'm not 100% sure if "ting" is a word....but oh well

Other than those grammar and spelling mistakes, this poem was good. Nice job

[Edward]

Thank you for that :D