fathom gloom

Sit ponder, upon that which and why
why, the spiteful god storms the sky
droughts a river, and breaths in sigh
stop, wonder,
that of which you can't ponder
fathom glum
of why the world lack bloom
of a Poverty plagued paupers place of pain
beauty being blinded by
an exterior, entailing an entwined emotion
that us as individuals have it the worse
because misunderstood proclaimed a curse these tears of red,
run through the vain
of society dead
and left in vain
how can a world exsit
when laying facedown in piss
told that I'm the waste,
now at a fork in a road of knives,
these red pores we taste,
the reason hell is where we live,
is because we lack a fuck to give

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1. Jess says:

   I've asked myself these questions. How God allows and man ignores.. It's hard to understand or accept. Your poems are written with such honesty and heart. It gives them power.