A Hand That Never Wiped a Tear

An eyewitness to an empty void A silent voice to thoughts screaming out loud A bottomless pit of a materialistic world A moment of prayer to a prejudice god The heart feels heavy and hard Bitter and weak like an apple gone bad Compassion used to be a human trademark It has left us, leaving a scar like a death mark A ship headed full steam toward a rocky dock we drown in sin like a sinking rock Can kindness kill, just as pain can heal? Tears dry up with the last sob, eyes begin to seal We join each other in the corner of the mind An unrelenting cul-de-sac like a closed hand Once an open, receiving and absorbing sponge Now degenerating, assimilating only to avenge It is written in earth’s diary, in the world’s memory In our daily lives, in human tragedy Are my hands tied or broken behind my back? Am I frozen with fear like a cold ice block? A deep crack, an empty sack, a dirty stinking sock Numbed with shock to feel a prick, a single minded track An inevitable crash, in freefall, stuck Can we stop to give love a break