The world is crumbling all around

Blood and death taint the air

Yet I've focused on the crumbling happening in only my world.

Shame fills me at the thought

Because children are dying, they are starving and people are witnessing the worst and humanity is being lost to the greed for power

Yet even after being aware of this I suffer in guilt of small things

I have a roof over my head, food on the table, family all around me and yet I'm still discontented

Hatred towards myself fills me for being so selfish

I have what so many don't even dream of possessing yet I cry about being in pain

But what can someone as privileged as I even know about pain? How dare I call what I'm feeling pain?!For what do I know of true loss and true suffering as I sit in my warm and cozy home and eat hearty meals

May the tormented souls taken form this Earth way before it was their time forgive me

I am sorry for I will never know your sufferings and should not be comparing my scratches to your deep and bleeding wounds

I am so sorry...

Please read my next article to find ways to cope if you feel the same way as expressed by this poem. Being stuck at home with just your thoughts can be extremely hard. Especially with the current political climate of not just America but the world.