When tragedies occur

that do not make a difference in my life —

or do not seem to —

tragedies the written word conveys

or television brings my eyes to scan,

I may wince, or even feel

a  momentary sense of horror.


But my small world goes on spinning

appearing indifferent to the darkness

I can scarcely grasp.


I’ve been mostly spared compared to

what so many  millions have endured.


I’ll likely never know the  reason WHY?


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