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

[Ang]

Oooh i loved this!!! You bring up many great points. The one that I relate to is, "Why do the good always die so young/shouldn't the bad ones have to succumb." Sob story...lol...when I was 19 I lost my 20 year old brother in a car accident. I wouldn't wish death on anyone but if it had to be someone that day that had to die, why couldn't it be a murderer or a rapist. Not my brother who was just getting his life started and had sooo many plans in life and many more years to live. I love, love, love this piece! And I love the picture...fits perfectly. Great poem! :)

[Robin]

almost couldnt make it past the third stanza, unleashed a flood of memories ...

great questions and thoughts , good work .

[Cassiopia Summers]

Aww, I love it. (: Wonderful rhyming, and great flow. I love it, like always!

Love,
Pretty Blue Eyes(=