My face,
A dark reflection rippling in the deep, black of the water.
My soul,
Tainted by the depth of corruption this our world.
My heart,
Cold and pained from the lack of humanity and love.
My mind,
Tormented by the illogic that man inflicts on man.
My body,
Ravaged and aged beyond its years from stress and pain.
My faith,
Broken by the intolerance and hatred shown toward our fellow man.
My life,
Stunted by feelings of helplessness.
My wish,
That all these agonies can be healed
Then, like a cold stone wall, reality hits me,
Breaking my spirit and my will.
As I watch the demons of history
Resurrected time and time again.
Will we never learn?
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sadly, I don’t think we as a species will learn any time soon. The trick is for individuals to learn and break the cycle.
I tend to agree with you, we as a species never seem to learn from our past, its sad.
Reblogged this on nójal.
Thank you so much for the reblogging of my poem, it is much appreciated.