World of worry
can only see
the worst in me.
The Earth still spins,
the clouds still move,
yet here we are.
Looking at the worst
things in all of us.
Sometimes
the inside is better than out
and people shout.
All we can do is listen.
Who knew
that the world of worry
would still be spinning
along with the people inside?
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2022 12:12
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Some people worry so much , and sometimes that’s all we do .. we focus on the negative ,
A good writing )
my parents hav been really stressed out lately, so this is kind of dedicated to them.
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