In the silence of the crowd, a whisper lost,
A plea for care, at such a chilling cost.
“Do they care for me?” I query the void,
My voice, a drop in the ocean, simply destroyed.
I walk the streets, a specter unseen,
Among the throngs, alone, I lean.
“Do they care for my life?” I ponder in sorrow,
Today is just the prelude to a desolate tomorrow.
Through the trials I face, the pain I know,
I stand in the rain, yet untouched by its flow.
“Do they care for my struggles?” I ask the night,
But the stars above are cold, a distant light.
Yet, I care, oh, I care so deeply it aches,
For the hearts around me, for humanity’s stakes.
Ignored, I may be, a shadow in their gaze,
But I refuse to part with my compassionate ways.
What they fail to see in me, I recognize in them,
The potential for kindness, a world to mend.
But I’m met with silence, a world so hollow,
Where dreams are but dust, and hope can’t follow.
This world, once vibrant, now the loss of all hope,
A tapestry unraveled, at the end of its rope.
The loss of all dreams, a future unclear,
Humanity’s disappeared, or so it would appear.
Yet in this twisted reality, I find a spark,
A flicker of something, in the dark.
For as long as I care, as long as I see,
There’s a chance for change, a chance to be free.
So let this poem be a twisted cry,
For a world that’s lost, but still, we try.
To find the humanity that’s gone astray,
To bring back the dreams, to light the way.
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I know whereof you speak. I try everyday to spread some kindness to make this world better. Keep up the “good work.”
Thank you so much for your kind words and for joining in the effort to make the world a brighter place, and I will do my best to keep up the good work. 😎