Uncertain
I look up to the sky
There I see a halved by the news
I seek the sun with teary eyes
The sun is dimmed, of this news
The news causes my melancholy
The news makes me ask the question why?
It makes me ask:
Are we humans on a spiritual journey
Or are we spiritual beings on a human journey
One who was here today, tomorrow is no more
This poem is about:
Our world