Needy

Brief poem, a sudden thought today.

A soul that stands to be corrected
Broken, battered
It calls to me, yet a child, unprotected.

Dedicated, Purpose, a system unbearable
Needed, wanted
An audience, a plan of action, a country repairable.

Absorbed, distant, you wonder why
Invisible, without purpose
A lonely heart, without meaning, a soul will die.

Bored, together, withering slowly away
Empty, needy
So opposite, from the start, yet we stay.