Pain's ubiquitous, yet we don't feel it:
desensitization is commonplace.
And we sometimes mirror the hypocrite,
who ignores the hurt on a stranger's face.
A homeless beggar can't pay for his meal,
and so the waitress doesn't know what to do.
A small kindness, but I know how I'd feel
so, I offer, "let me get that for you."
I connected with my human feelings;
and shook his hand; he's no less of a man.
Fueled by ambitions without ceilings,
we neglect to show kindness when we can.
A nod, a spare coin, or a friendly smile:
it's all it takes to say yes, I see you.
For they're people, not a computer file;
and grateful for whatever you can do.
Categories:
desensitization, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Quatrain
I can't see happiness when it's right there
right in front of me in a flower dress;
she shows me she loves me,
but I can't see it.
I can't feel the pain in the eyes
of refugees and terror victims,
because it has become a routine
event in the news.
Desensitization taking its toll?
I can't tell anymore what it means to be happy;
even the clowns of today in movies kill people
with butter knives in the night!
I don't know who I am anymore,
when I stare at myself in the mirror;
I only see fragments of myself fused
with identities that aren't mine.
I am in the dark....
Date Written: 18/9/2017
Contest Name: In The Dark
Categories:
desensitization, dark, emotions, identity, imagery,
Form: Free verse
As he walked,
Breathed,
Talked,
Sneezed,
The root of all evil was indeed marinating deep within him,
A natural seasoning,
A cue for treason,
Short side of critical reasoning,
His attire was outfitted for any season,
His shoes covered many miles,
He supressed plenty smiles,
The eradication of the same breath he enjoys
dazzles his need to cause
pain and suffering.
He likes to be the Big Bad Wolf,
Follows his prey and performs a Houdini act,
Dangerous is an understatement,
Violence and cruelty is the aftermath,
He doesn’t know any better,
Desensitization at its finest,
He takes pride in adding the minus,
He takes pride in fulfilling his addiction to adding the minus.
Categories:
desensitization, dark, life, pain, violence,
Form: Free verse
Skate the razors edge
I do so solemnly pledge
Never fear the ledge
Categories:
desensitization, health, introspection
Form: Senryu
There’s a young girl in my arms
Clutching me so tight that
I don’t think she’ll ever let go
Her tears stain my shoulder
Her grief wracks my own body
I can smell her hair, the beautiful scent
Engulfs my face
But I feel nothing
Except the warmth of our embrace
My emptiness swells
Is it strange to want to share someone’s pain?
Categories:
desensitization, introspection
Form: I do not know?