Suspect

Why does the wind whisper and moan

why are the lonely always alone.

 

How does a critic look you straight in the

eye, trudging emotions and not even cry.

 

Why do the good always die so young

shouldn’t the bad ones have to succumb.

 

How does a fool ever get some respect

word to  the wise who seem suspect.

 

Hold me love me, don’t ignore who I am

the world shouldn’t be divided into us

against them.

 

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love this the simple sway of it and the needful ring it holds

[Lily Mae]

I love this..an excellent write...xx The balance between the two in life..x

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very strong poem that states truth!

[Jaidyn DeVoir]

Very powerful in a short truth, excellently written.

With Love,

Jaidyn

[Sam]

I love it. Kind of speaks a truth, I think. It should be a song!, lol

[Amy Bumpas]

This is a very inspiring, and hopeful poem, and you made a
good point at the end.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

clarity~ if only all the eyes could see~

[Lovelylies;]

Strong and enchanting. I loved this.

[artsystyle]

so beautiful and touching i commend u for this touching poem