I would like to ask your opinions on this, as I was given a task to write a short poem and had never done so before. Please criticise as harshly as you wish, it probably does suck. - Humans, creatures of habit, We see happiness but fail to grab it. Maybe we try, but all ends the same. When our lovers leave, are we to blame? Young men go eagerly to war, To a mothers dismay, Some never come back through the door. A young woman, calling her body a tomb, Because of a child, That never lived outside her womb. A feminine corpse, left bruised and battered Abandoned on a highway, As is she never mattered. To Deaths great joy, humans filled with grief Tear their delicate skin in hopes of relief.