Last night around midnight, the first two lines of this poem popped into my head. I spent half an hour writing the rest of it.
It's not that great, but I''d love to ge some feedback from you guys! :)
Here it is:
Falling tears and a broken heart.
What do you do when your world falls apart?
When it crumbles before you, all you dreams turned to dust,
With no one to turn to, no one to trust.
You receive no compassion, yet pity abounds.
The worst has become a nightmare,
And it keeps sinking down.
"Poor thing."
"What a shame!"
"Someone ought to do something."
They observe like spectators.
And in the end, do nothing.
The real shame is this:
They truly believe that there was nothing they could have done.
That nothing would have changed.
What if they are us?
Are our hearts dead? Have we forgotten how to feel?
How to care? How to mean it?
How to love?
Too busy to help another succed.
Caught up in pride, comsumed by greed.
What a shame.
I'm not really satisfied with it,and I'll probably add to or edit the ending.
I'm trying to convey two emotions. The emotions of a person/people in need of help, and the person/people that won't help, and try to get the reader to identify with each. I want them to identify more with the latter obviously, but I at least want them to feel the emotion of the former.
Once I finished writing it, I wrote,"People all around us are hurting. And we think it's terrible that no one helps them. But that the true terror is that we probably aren't willing to help them either."
