How I feel about the world

So I’ve been doing some thinking lately and I guess it’s been wearing me down. I just keep thinking about how much I hate the world. All of the idiots are breeding at an alarming rate, but the good, smart, and successful people only care about their lives and careers. I just feel like the world, let alone the country, isn’t going to improve if it keeps trending in this downward direction it’s been going in. It’s hard to think positively about something that’s so filled with negativity, it’s just been hard looking forward to life lately.

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The Man in Black (Poem)

I’ve really been getting into writing poems lately, and I just thought I’d share one of my first’s.

The man in black just trudges along
Forever walking down the haunting road
Wishing that he could finish his song
But his soul is just too cold

The man in black walks by the crooked tree
Worn and withered by the never ending wind
Wondering what it’s like to be free
Wonders how life would be without so much sin

The man in black walks the path of crows
Segregated from life and isolated from hope
His cut is even deeper than it shows
But he has found a new way to cope

The man in black just stares at the tar
And finally feels that he has a true friend
The man in black has walked so far
Hoping soon he’ll make it to the end

The man in black simmers under the black hole sun
And stares at it until his eyes start to bleed
He has a different definition of fun
He’s just looking for the next opportunity to feed

The man in black hides in plain sight
Hoping never to be found
And every day he waits for the night
Because that’s when all his friends come around

The man in black has learned from his past
He depends on nothing but death
Always wishing that his next step is his last
Always wishing one day he’ll be able to forget

The man in black is starting to fade
And he feels a numbing feeling of content
He has finally found black’s darkest shade
Finally found the place to which his soul will be sent