I'm Reaching Out, But I Feel Disconnected

Unless! Helpless! It is me at fault?

No, it’s not, but I have no solution

And I have nothing else that I can say.

My words have no song, yet they have emotion.

 They can listen. They can read. They can try to help.

But I can’t repair what’s been instilled, and stitch up

The hole that’s already been made. I’m not a motivator,

Or a speaker; they bring a piece of mind to everyone.

I sometimes wish I could be, or I’d have everybody

Turning on their ears to my native tongue,

Watching them create a new bridge and

Maybe try to repair a few of the broken ones that

Look like they have been left behind.

But as I said before. I’m not a motivator

And I can’t make people see my words.

But I can be an observer, a listener, a friend.

Happiness is what settles my nerves.

 

But I feel like the villain in the hero’s story,

Even if I’m tending the garden and growing the flowers.

I just care about your happiness,

And I care about what happens in the future.  

I just hope that the flower will talk to the bee

Before being stung by the stinger. 

Author's Note

It's something that should of been talked and asked about, and now it's making somebody feel unloved and left out.

And I feel like the last part didn't make sense..but it makes sense to me.

Reviews

[Angelwithabeard]

O MY GOODNESS! ! ! that is a very good piece of writing. i love oyur last part the most. it describes alot and i can see that from many points f views. GREAT job. keep it coming. :)