November 26, 2019Poem
Nothing moves you
griefnaturetimelove
Nothing moves you
No plight is worthy of
Your attention
A heart of stone
Impervious to tears
Seen as weakness
Those on their knees
Burdensome
Faces pressed against a window
Snot-nosed waifs
With dirty habits
A criminal disgrace
Sickness a product
Of poor life choices
Poverty a yardstick
For the workshy
To aim for
Who do you see
When the lights
Go down
Who do you turn to
In the darkness
As the world spins
Erratically
And you stumble
Who reaches out
When the closest hand
Is a clenched fist
A dismissive wave
Will you be missed
In a roll call
Will someone call your name
Seek to find
What has laid you low
When the time comes
Who will lift you up
Unto redemption.