Tenterhook: a hook used to fasten cloth on a drying frame or tenter.
The Rack
The whole world stretched on tenterhooks, suspense our daily bread.
We hardly know how we should feel until the news is read.
No gentle folds around us to cushion out our dread.
What country now in warfare? What new group fallen dead?
The sadness of the whole taut world unravels in our head.
The fabric of society loosening thread by thread.
Billionaires grow fatter as children go unfed
when politics and Wall Street are so smugly wed.
Like bleating sheep we follow. We are so easily led.
What was meant to swathe us hooks us on the rack instead.
The prompt today is tenterhooks.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Very heart whelming post. Yes, its really sad to see where the world going these days. I feel like most of us has become numb to these happenings every day.
I wrote something on the similar lines a few days back. Take a look, if you can.
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2017/12/01/hollow/
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I’m trying to find a way to not feel like the ground is being cut out from under my feet, but I’m not doing very well with it.
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Great poem.
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