Where Were You
He looked at me with
begging eyes,
Hiding in his own world.
All knew his looks,
But none knew him.
No one realized
who he was.
Alone, desperate.
Then one day,
Everyone closed in on him
Their daggers pointing
At the only feeling he had:
Sorrow.
He let out a sob
One small sob that told them everything
They walked away.
But they never ceased to push and shove him
Dislocating his heart and putting sorrow to his words.
They never realized
What they were doing
Until it was too late.
He put a sword to his heart and said,
"I love you, mom and dad, but now it's time for me to go."
Stabbing his heart,
He cried.
He lay there, his cold and still body radiating sorrow
The others never glanced,
But I looked at him.
I carried him out,
Not understanding why others would do this.
When we held a funeral,
Some said he was kind and so I asked,
"Where were you when he needed you?"
Copyright © Oishi Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2013
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