My heart leaks,
To see what we've become.
Humans pity humans,
I hear cries from kingdom come.
I remember visions of how we were,
Lust, Love and Life.
And now I stand witness to what we really are,
Rust, Blood and knife.
We walk past,
Without laying an eye upon,
Our brothers and sisters that are dying fast.
For what is Sympathy,
If not shown?
What is poetry,
If not heard?
What is pain,
If not felt?
Everyday before you allow the sunlight to enter,
Stand in front yourself,
Close your eyes,
Ask yourself,
What is Sympathy?
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
