My World Of Woe

A poem of Wars and death. In a world full of chaos and destruction.

I was born in a dark room,
But then,I began to see the light,
Born into a strange world,
And I knew,I was in for a fight.
The days were gloomy and dreary,
Plus the night's were long and dark,
And as I started to grow older,
Everywhere I turned,I found dislikes.
Children were dying,here and there,
And the adults were attacking each other,
Fighting and killing,with despair,
In a War that wasn't even their's.
Diseases were worst than ever,
I wondered who would win the fight,
Disease's that would destroy mankind!
Or wars that would go on forevermore.
I dreaded being born in this era,
So I refused to come out to the light,
I'd rather stay in this dark place,
Than be born,with no chance to survive.