A poem centered around the world. |
I breath in, And with the air, A relization hits me, Like I have been slapped. Hard. My world is crumbling around me, And with every step I take, Another person seems to feel pain. I want it to stop. I need it to end. For them. For everyone. I see a mom, with her baby, Tears streaming down her face, Hands shaking so hard, I thought the baby would fall. I hear the baby crying, And then, All of the sudden, The cry stops. The mom stops, Then cries hard, And hugs the baby toward her. A beggar on the street, So skinny, he could snap If you poked him. He stares at me, Breaths in, Then out. But his breaths Seem unnatural. I kneel by him, Tell him everything's alright, But he knows it isn't. He smiles, and said, "I haven't eaten anything in a week. Haven't drank in two. To some, life is treasure. To others, life is hell. No one ever looks at me. Never takes a glance. God has let me down, Angels never came. When I leave, I will remember you." He smiles, and his hand goes limp in mine. One step at I time, I think. Always breath, remember to blink. Life is a lie, The skys never blue. But I knew the beggar is wrong. Someone is here for us. Talking to us. All we have to do is listen. |