Who Are We…

Who are we to judge
Those lining the streets in despair
beggars! druggies! bums!
when all they need is someone to care.

Who are we to damn
the mentally ill who cut and cry
attention seeker! nothing wrong! just sad!
she’s been abandoned and now just wants to die.

Who are we to laugh at
the disabled, however they are
look at him! midget! ugly!
so what if they have lifelong scars.

Who are we to criticise
the poor needing extra handouts
scrounger! lazy! get a job!
his kids now starve ‘cos his benefits were cut.

You don’t know what we’ve been through
how dare you attack our self-esteem
one day you might find yourself there
then you will know what it means!

© 09/07/2015.

Come What May

Whispers, remnants
slowly dying
Another day
full of long sighing
In wakefulness
we're far from our best
But even in sleep
we find no rest

Tortured soul
eternally crying
Singing winds
forever lying
A voice, it says
how we are blessed
Though we fear
it does nothing but jest

We drift away
emptiness on all sides
Impossible to find
some place to hide
From the black of night
that lives in day
That ensures we can never
find our way

The water we drown in
is too wide
All help and hope
has slowly died
Yet still we look for
one person to say
That they’ll always be there
come what may.

© 25/03/2015.

Fragile Promises

He came to me
with words made of glass
full of unfulfillable promises
They shone brightly in his light
blinding me with their beauty
He placed them in my hands
with a kiss and a gentle caress –
I believed.

But then he turned away
and once the light was gone
they shattered
Hundreds of tiny shards
cut into my flesh
leaving raw and bloody wounds.

If only I'd believed harder
treated them with more care
but none of it was enough
fragile as they were.

He never returned
but the scars remain
reminders of my broken dreams.

© 08/01/2014.