Sad

It’s sad when you hate the world.

All of it.

I’m sad for you.

You know not love or compassion?

What pushed you to no return?

I’ve been to to the edge and something stayed my arm from harm.

I worry about this age we enter.

Lincoln said we could only die from suicide.

I guess we did not listen.

I fear the course we are on.

I don’t see a sunrise.