Im sorry mom and dad
I know that u guys had
A lot of plans to have
A big family
So you could see
More of yourselves
in a world so ugly
But if u knew it was so doomed
Why'd you bring us here?
Is that what you wanted?
To see others like you suffer for years?
i mean this place is so fucked up.
Im sorry mom and dad
but i just don't feel the love
I guess its just a mindset
That everybody else has
And i clearly dont have.
I'm missing
the bigger picture.
Y'know they say life
is filled with wonder
At least,
thats what im led to believe
So then why is the bigger picture
a cycle of suffering
on repeat
on repeat
on repeat
on repeat
on repeat?
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Author:
Alayna Jensen (
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Comments4
An interesting point of view that questions the state of present affairs. Well done
Yep: throughout time the world has been fucked and wonderful depending on your spot in the deck of cards. Recognizing the certain yin/yang moments of life begs each of us to challenge our choices. I became a mom three times, each time my life was filled with joy and challenge. My first child was born in the midst of the Viet Nam war, and in the deepest portion of poverty, the 2nd child was a son, unwanted by my husband so my first born and my son waltzed off to change the world together and we have for ourselves and others. The third child was with a new man who loved me, my first two kids and our own child. All the kids are grown, they each chose to have kiddos too and we all continue to try to make the world a better place. Find your purpose and dig in to change the world.
great poem.... I had to reflect this same way when I thought of procreating. Still... with suffering there is always room for pleasure. Great poem
I am preoccupied with the belief that no one should bring a child into the world without a reasonable expectation that the child will be able to experience a safe fulfilled life.
Thanks for putting this out there. I hope you gain something from your stay at MPS.
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