Streets

I wrote this poem, simply based on a thought of what every other person on this world is dealing with at this exact moment. So much we take for granted and never realize it.

Streets:

Strolling down a crowded street
Do you wonder what its like to be me,
As we lock eye contact while casually passing?
All these unknown faces travel to their final destination,
Wondering if the demons they all face are too just their imagination.
Is there any living person that can claim sanity while fighting to survive on this planet?
Because we forever search our souls for acceptance, yet end up in a lonely casket.
When you look around at these strange faces surrounding you,
Tell me do you seek rape victims, can you ponder depression behind their grins?
Or are you too naive to believe that anyone could have it much worse compared to the world you live in.
On this street, we walk right on by.
We pass each other meeting eye by eye, time by time.
Never realizing that just a simple Streets:

Strolling down a crowded street
Do you wonder what its like to be me,
As we lock eye contact while casually passing?
All these unknown faces travel to their final destination,
Wondering if the demons they all face are too just their imagination.
Is there any living person that can claim sanity while fighting to survive on this planet?
Because we forever search our souls for acceptance, yet end up in a lonely casket.
When you look around at these strange faces surrounding you,
Tell me do you seek rape victims, can you ponder depression behind their grins?
Or are you too naive to believe that anyone could have it much worse compared to the world you live in.
On this street, we walk right on by.
We pass each other meeting eye to eye, time by time.
Never realizing that just a simple smile could save a struggling life.
smile could save a struggling life.

Reviews

[MikeV]

Loved it, I totally relate to your work!

[Tay]

Thank you very much Mike, I love your work also!