Callous Ears No Longer Hear

Written by: W. D. Thomas

 Callous Ears No Longer Hear

Have you ever hurt so deep inside, it was like a knife sharp pain,
So many fears, so much confusion, your thoughts you can’t contain?
Have you ever wondered why the obstacles always seem so high 
And  your desperate pleas for help remain unanswered  cries?
Or, that the world does not understand and you can find no peace within, 
and looked around it desperation for someone to truly call a friend?
Have you every felt completely alone in the anguish that you face
And brought your problems once again to an old familiar place?
Did you ever feel so worthless and know you could only fail, and 
Felt that if someone had faith in you,  what a difference that would tell.
You take three steps forward, but then you see to fall back four
As your find more and more locks on those old  familiar doors.
Have you  view your life from where it crashed, the bottom pit of hell
Consumed with grief at where you are, you make promises , you cry, you wail.
You view your life in ashes and wonder why it burned,  
desperately reaching toward others and found their backs were turned.  
All you want is a another chance, help me one more time!
As loved one sadly shake their head no as they decline.
How can they do this to me, you sob, I need their help so much.
I’m not strong enough to stand alone,  I  need them for a  crutch.
But, no one is longer willing to pick you up and  carry you along
So, what do you do, where do you turn , you know you aren’t that strong.
When all the second chances are used up and there is no place else to turn
It is then, my friend lessons must be learned.
No one can tell you what to do, no one ever could
No one to say, I’ll help you or this is what your should.   
Your choices in life have brought you where you are today
And  the luxury of self pity won’t make it go away. 
You and you alone must decide if you want to be where you are  again, 
Yes or no, either way  this is where you must  begin.
You either choose a different path or fall back on familiar ground
The choice is yours, do you want to turn it around?  
You cry out once again for someone’s helping hand, 
 You  beg, as you plea with them to understand.
Again, you  bring your problems to their door
There you  drop, you pile, you store
But, you must realize, my friend, they have heard it all before.  
To the point, They just can not listen anymore.
So then, the anger comes, how could they no longer care?
In truth, perhaps your choices is more than they can bear.
Or perhaps, callous ears no longer hear.