Posted in Sonnetina Tre

My Mind Grows Weary

My Mind Grows  Weary

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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s