is there anything

is there anything

A Poem by S.E. Conway

 

i sit here, alone
with no rhythm, no tone
i watched you cry, in front of me
you could have died, i hope you see
i watched him die, over seas
forever gone, no heartbeat
i listened to your upsetting circumstances,your lies
you manipulated my concerns,my yearnings
warped my perceptions on this world, concerning me
i met almost everyone, know them by name
couldn't care less, who was to blame
i was happy, but now i see
how unkind, this world can be
dangling trinkets, in plain sight
just out of reach, you start to cry
wandering silently, through the crowds
who was to know, about the clouds?
the ones with silver lining ,now cracking
into pieces they fall, from the sky
into the crowds, mercy unwritten
peoples reactions, not as they seemed
one had anger, another sadness
one thought of hope, of a day of sunlight
a little girl held, a small tattered toy
crying alone, nowhere to find
alone for all time, forgotten and stoned
the little boy, with his fathers eyes
had no choice, but not to cry
'not my boy' his father said, to his face
full of dread, he carried on
with his studies, books in arms
pressing forward, never armed
a mother wept, for her lost daughter
nobody cares, no body ponders
why this woman cries so shrill, or why she seems so ill
no comfort to come, no place to rest
a mothers heart, died that day
another moment, come and gone
another life, lived and lost
a story cut short, and so fast
is there anything, that truly lasts?

© 2008 S.E. Conway


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wow! this sent chills over me as I read it
I cant remember a time a poem affected me so much, great write

love & light

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S.E. Conway
S.E. Conway

roswell, GA



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