Despairing poem about someone with a burning desire to do what they can no longer do. |
I, the armless, legless mute I, the armless, legless mute sit with a sigh in my little brown chair Once strong and vocal, I could help their needs but now they fall, and I can't catch them. And they cry, but I can't hold them. And they sigh, but I can't comfort them. And they die, and I can't save them. Twasn't me alone, but my life had use. If it didn't, then I could prevent no pain. Yet pain is inevitable now for this mass. Unnecessary pain so easily prevented. Where did my legs go? Who took my arms? Where did my voice go? I had so much. But the big finger points only at me. "You gave them away with your selfishness!" Cowardly words, we were a team split from stubbornness and confusion Between us, there would be harmony not only for me, but for this mass this mass drowning in misery. "You made no use of them when it was time You sat in comfort while destruction lurked! You thought only of the present and could not see Everything is jeopardized!" I, the armless, legless mute sit with a sigh in my little brown chair hope abandoned, comfort-less in despair witnessing the pain so easily prevented! blackout |