Open my eyes so I could see
what dwells in the eyes of other people
What kind of pain and suffering
Have they gone through
Tears that had to dry on their own
Arms that shook without a hug
Nervous hands, untouched
Whisper for help, never heard
Never listened to, intently.
Stories that've never been told
Kept so deep on the bottom of
That they've become a one long scar
Only God knows of.
Sat in the corner of a room
Lonely bench in a locked up park
Under the bridge on a cold dark night
How old were you then?
16? 25? 70?
So much, so much pain.
Imagine fearing so much and so often,
That you've learned
To believe that THIS is who you are.
Imagine being abused by NOT RECEIVING HELP so consistently that you
TRULY ARE A LONELY PERSON.
Imagine being proved by every
Passing man and woman that you are
Not worthy of attention,
That you are dirty,
Not only on the outside, but on the
That who you truly are
Is lost underneath the
Imagine being refused a
Corner of the shop to sleep in.
Imagine going without fresh food
For months at a time,
Only eating what you find in trash.
Only because all you can offer
Is the look of pain
And smell that follows you
Everywhere you go.
Imagine being genuinely unwanted.
Imagine NOBODY SMILING
At the sight of you.
Imagine having only a WALL
To turn to.
Imagine starving for compassion.
Who will you pass by today?