They're dying..... How?

How?

We mock their memories,

Their very existence is futile

As thier listless gaunt faces are forgotten

We obtrude them out of our life,

Pretending they aren't there,

Shoving them to the back of our minds

To dwell in semi-concioius

Just around the corner

Tornadoes are blasting apart

The roaring and black sky let out

And the giant tunnel, 1 mile wide,

White as fresh parchment,

Rips apart houses, churches

And people's flesh.

It's sick.

How?

We mock thier very existence,

Or lack of.

We continue, without a second thought,

When five miles away they're dying.

And we don't help.

But continue our daily schedule,

School, work, play

How?

I am an exception i guess.

I feel their pain,

Their hearts are torn,

The heartstrings i want to mend,

But i can't get there.

THEY are keeping me away.

THEY, say its nothing

And continue on,

School, work, play

How do we go through our lives knowing people are dying right as we speak?

Reviews

[Legion]

It is human nature not to give a damn or look the other way. To look is to see our own weakness and our own mortality. It is a sad state, but it is what we are. Great write here. Very descriptive and worth the read if not but for the message.

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Wow, I certainly feel your pain unable to help when your heart clearly bleeds for them. I feel the same sometimes. It is hard when others seem to not notice. Good poem.