My mind grows weary from the news.
I scan the screen to pick and choose
between the harsh realities
and bits of pure banalities.
I read and think the world’s gone mad,
which leaves my heart both hard and sad.
The brain is too small to absorb
the nonsense from this earthly orb.
I struggle with humanity
and fear its loss of sanity.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 2/26/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “My (blank)” poem.