I Can Only

I recently visited the UN on a trip. While I was there, I was struck by the exhibits on war and its aftermath. The displays so moved me that I sat right down and wrote this poem.

Surrounded by so many pictures

of destruction and death,

I can only wonder at what has become of our world.

The fear fills me until I want to run away from it,

far away,

but I can only stay rooted in place.

I do not know what to do.

I do not know where to go.

I can only stand and watch

as the world falls apart around me.