Perhaps

As I lay me down to sleep

On this day, my heart does weep.

When everything seems out of place

In a world that spins without God’s grace.

When leaders think that they are kings,

And electors simply their playthings

To manipulate as they so please,

Like mindless drones on bended knees.

Violence is as violence was,

And hatred thrives, just because

They’re told they’re supposed to feel this way,

Original thoughts, left to decay.

Another day, another year,

Another mother’s cries I hear.

Another innocent laid to rest,

A society that’s a fucking mess.

I watch the snow fall to the ground,

And try to value the beauty abound.

But instead, I find it takes a toll

As I count the flakes as missing souls.

Before too long a blizzard flies,

And icicles form below my eyes;

As tears, they fall like frozen rain,

I find my heart numbed to the pain.

This world has surely turned my soul,

From welcome warmth to bitter cold.

Or perhaps, I’m having a dreadful day.

Perhaps, tomorrow I’ll be okay.

Perhaps, in the morning, I’ll smile anew.

Perhaps, we’ll get some good news too!

Perhaps, but I doubt it.