Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.


I wondered why it’s always violence that attracts us and the more violent the scene, the more of us throng to see it.  You don’t see crowds around someone that’s just gotten good news.

Why does our misery attract us so?
A glad tiding draws the smile of a friend,
But a horror draws the world in
To view us at our worst.

“We are but human,” we shout in defense
As we gather in salacious eagerness
And I can’t help but think that maybe, perhaps,
Being human isn’t something to brag about.


June 1, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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