outside of your own

you see pictures

of houses being washed out

into the sea

or set on fire,

burning

like squared candles

among the trees.

you see

people with all their belongings

in a bag,

searching

for a new path.

grasping late in life

for some semblance of

dignity.

there's the dying, the sick,

the needy.

deformity.

you watch it all as if from

afar.

feel bad.

then change the channel,

you can only take so much

misery

outside of your own.