Do You Feel For Anything Other Than Yourself
I've heard that poetry won't get us very far
But what do they know?
Where a few of my words blot a napkin
is my
One and only refuge
So in essence
It helps to keep my sanity
from
this heartless world
My broadened perspective
Where my eyes are held open
can never be completly shut
I write
What I see
I've heard that my words will be forgotten
When I am dead and gone
I will be dead and gone
But no one can touch this moment; the freeing of my happy soul
It is mine alone, regardless of if i am made of cartillage
or just bone
I've heard that as a woman I am overly emotional
But what do they know?
Dismayed
I feel every pulse of life around me
and the drip drop of of of the spring rain
I hear the sound of sobbing of people a thousand miles away
I feel the bloodshed
I smell the smoke
I see the heart break
Emotional?
By that you mean I can feel...
what do you feel
WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
By your silence I can tell that you cannot
because you forgot
You think that expression of any sort other than patriotism
is a waste of time?
keep your eyes on the prize
a.k.a. work ethic
and you will get ahead
Numb your heart
To the real world
You call this the real world?
where the realness is hidden by the dumbing down of society
For you see
Your senses are dulled
When you no longer can understand
the artist
and her poetry
no;
not poetry
but your own sense of empathy
desire, fear, laughter, love, hatred, confusion,
blatent disregard
You do much to spit in the face of our creator
feel it all
or all will be lost
our sense of justice, and empathy
should be kept at all costs
Copyright © Laura Hew | Year Posted 2006
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