quick sand

quick sand

A Poem by Michael Kerr

why do i care,

why,

why do i care for those who hate me,

for those who fear me,

for those who don't care about me,

why,

why do i help these people,

when they all turn their backs to me,

why,

why do i have this weakness,

why do i have a heart,

this curse,

this burden,

this pain,

why,

was i born to suffer,

suffer with the problems of others,

people come to me,

look to me to solve their problems,

look to me to do things,

look to me to be strong,

look to me to know what the righteous path is,

but....

what if i don't know how to solve their problems,

what if i don't  know how to do what they ask,

what i can't be strong,

what if i don't know what the righteous path is,

what then,

it's like i'm crumbling under the weight of the world,

no one there to help me,

left to defeat an army,

an army of problems,

so i ask why,

why,

why is it no one helps me....

i am drowning,

and everyone stares,

my yells go on deaf ears,

always in pain,

why,

why do you not help my friend,

i have dug u out of your grave,

and let you rise from your ashes,

as i look back and think,

huh,

no one can help....

as i fall deeper and deeper,

i ask for help.......

© 2008 Michael Kerr


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Michael Kerr
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this is verrrrrry well written. when i read it i could totally make the connection. i've always been the person that people go to for advice and just to get their feelings out but as soon as i have a problem it seems as if there is no one there to listen and help to what i have to say. great job on this.
~Karissa

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Why?
It's a word we all struggle with sooner or later...

I love this poem, it has so much deeper meanings. Very beautiful ^^

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

why do i have this weakness,
why do i have a heart,
it's like i'm crumbling under the weight of the world,
no one there to help me,
left to defeat an army,
why is it no one helps me....
why do you not help my friend,
i have dug u out of your grave,
and let you rise from your ashes,
no one can help....
as i fall deeper and deeper,
i ask for help.......
you are a true dreamer my friend,a real lover of life,your words so sweet,i just loved reading you ,its like sweet tunes of love of caring at times where nobody knows that ,you wonder why nobody cares ,its the habit now ,dont be surprised but you go on doing like you used to ,you are strong ,you are great ,you are so human ,you are so real ,they are not ,they are just fakes,go on caring for other and dont look back it will come back to you ,as a dreamer you are true ,they ,they are all fakes,wonderful write,i really enjoyed it

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is verrrrrry well written. when i read it i could totally make the connection. i've always been the person that people go to for advice and just to get their feelings out but as soon as i have a problem it seems as if there is no one there to listen and help to what i have to say. great job on this.
~Karissa

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

its a very poignant poem and a good series of questions, we all feel undervalued at some point. may I make a suggestion? if you want more reviews send "read requests" to your friends and i'm sure they will oblige:) i usually respond to any read requests i receive within 2 days. thanks for the add request

I really enjoyed this poem:)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Michael Kerr
Michael Kerr

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A Poem by Michael Kerr