There is no poetry of joy in my heart today
This morn is thus bleak
The land is shrouded in a mist
I am finding it hard to speak.
Last night, there were fireworks in the sky.
They were celebrating the failure of one who tried to destroy democracy. This morning, I woke up to the news that makes a mockery of this word. I question whether it is a fallacy.
Oh, my heart aches at having to accept this dawn. Somehow, I have to find the strength to live another day, for I know that is what they wish, my hopes to slay.
Should I believe in the people and the will of the majority? Loneliness and sadness fill my heart this day.
My heart is heavy, but carry on, I must. I know I must find a way through this bleak and sorrowful day. At this news, I must remember that the world continues. The sun, alas, will rise to herald day.
Happiness is not to be acquired from the actions of others but through our own deeds.
In time, in time, the pain and sadness will dissipate. I must tend to and germinate the seeds of hope.
I must remember the joy of friends, of nature and the sun's warmth on my face. No matter how hard I question my faith, I must stand and fight for this beautiful earth.
After writing my last piece, I was disheartened and depressed. I could not comprehend how they would support or oppose their interests.
