Ignorance

 

I open myself

for the world to see.

They all gasp

at the sites they view.

My past is my past

and my future is yet unknown.

 

I don’t tell the world

to vent or to rant.

I tell the world

so they aren’t ignorant.

 

Ignorant of pain.

Of pain they may hand out,

 or of pain they may feel.

 

Ignorance is bliss,

I admit that's quite true.

I wish I was ignorant,

but it isn't all good.

 

You have to know

the pain so many feel.

You have to know

there is so much hate,

so much sorrow,

 and so much to bear.

 

All alone in the world.

A world so ignorant

of the things that happen

right before their eyes.

They see it in the movies

and cry for the actors.

 

Do they shed a tear for me?

Do they shed a tear for you?

Has anyone shed a tear

for the pain of someone else?

Have you shed a tear?

Have I shed a tear?

 

They watch pain in the movies

and they say it’s so wrong.

Then they go home

and think of it no more.

Reviews

[Sam Freeland]

Your excellent poem is about ignorance and I agree this is all true. I have chosen to use
the word unknowing which to me is more forgiving. That doesn't make my word any better.
However, when I am unknowing, maybe someone will be able to help me. This was
the case when I spent two years in caring therapy with a clinical psychologist who
changed my life. He never told me what to do but in our weekly conversations I
finally found out who I was. That was twenty years ago and it was the best help
that I ever found. Your powerful poem helped me appreciate again what it has
meant to me...that I must solve my own problems...with help. sam

[Michael X]

Heartwrenching in a most subtle of ways, the creativeness is talent, Awsomely done,
no doubt has the quality to keep the reader hooked. I'm sure many can relate.