Sometimes

Sometimes bad things happen
And people don't recover
Sometimes you lose someone you love
Whether to death or disparity
And you never find someone as wonderful
Sometimes the world will show
Its harsh nature to we
Who are so ill-equipped
To handle the blows
The indescribably aweful things
That happen to us and to
Those around us
It is globally ironic
That we do not have the
Mental tools that we need
From birth
To handle the pain and misery
That is inflicted upon us
With such frequency
As to shatter our collective souls
But here we are
Those of us who can
Live on into the next moment
And when you are done
Reading this
You will, too.