The World
S. Wiseman-Rose
The world’s
too fast
And so
am I
The flower
blooms
We shine,
we die
We choose
a truth or choose to lie
And make
prosperity laugh or cry
The world’s
too rough
But I don’t
show it
Time speeds
up
Of course,
I know it
Since I
am powerless to slow it
I drop
my fears and just flow with it
The world’s
so sad
Dark hearts
transmitter
What doesn’t
kill you
Makes you
bitter
We’re
coins on the floor of a closed arcade
Just waiting
to join the Saints parade
The world
holds joy
I can attest
Fear is
punishment
Take your
rest
The ravenous
wolves at the door have guessed
Forgive
them all and call them blessed
Sophia Wiseman-Rose was born in the USA, to
a
literary and musical family, and spent most of her life in the UK. She has
studied medicine and the arts and is a mother of 4 grown, beautiful, children.
She is currently a Paramedic, an Episcopal Nun and a poet.
She has written
for online
blog On Holy Ground and Kings Poetry Society, Kings College
London.
