The world is so dark
So many things left in its corners
No one really cares and it all is left unspoken…
Why aren’t things ever just simple?
Why can’t we all be happy?
And why for a person that can be saved,
We leave it be and it becomes too late!
I wrote this back in 2003 (02/05/2003). I will post the whole series of poems I wrote (including recent work that will just come along) and just put dates on them.
In a way it will show the improvements or lack thereof my poems and stories have undergone. I was very young when I started writing and now as a middle aged man, the writing is most likely slightly different.