Weight of the World

I sincerely miss

Playing With

The child inside

But now he cries.

There was a time

When he could see sunshine

But now he's scared

He came to life unprepared.

On the ground he lay

Broken, Beaten, Betrayed

And as he begs for relief

He gets crushed by the weight of the world that he lives beneath.

How can a child go on to live

In a world that he perceives has nothing left to give?

Love, Faith, Direction, and Hope

Were dispersed to everyone else;

Skills that can be used to cope

Aren't taught in this childs personal hell.


-Jarred Shah



This poem is about: 
Our world


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