Painting of reality

Everywhere i look i see beauty,

beauty intertwined with pain.

A vast lake shimmering with unshed tears

of a broken world.

people cowering inside and looking tough

to protect whats left of theirs.

there is no compassion for the weak,

there is no hope for the distraught.

nobody stops to listen to the girl who sits there 

and weeps.

in the painting of reality

there is no room for laughter, 

the kindness of one person is

mistaken for fraud.

is there anyone out there who will

stop and take a listen to the many

hearts screaming in silence?

are you to busy to help your loved one?

are you to cold to lend a hand?

is there anyone out there who can try to understand?

this is a cold hard world in need

of fire to melt and worm the hearts of stone.

is there anyone out there who can

0remember what its like to love? 

Reviews

[Sakib]

you have portrayed a part of reality very well. you did a good job.