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A brief poem about rationalizing not helping those in need.

I see you on the sidewalk

I don’t know you

My humanity, knows your talk

I pretend to not see you suffer through

I feel deeply uncomfortable, why?

I pretend to know you not,

Inside, I know I must help try

Outside, I bathe in my guilty thought

Why?

Does it hurt me more to help?

Or more to not?

Reviews

[Enigma]

A thought well-penned. Walking down the street we rarely stop by to help someone, pretending to ignore him/her and yet, the thought or the possibility of our little help making a difference in their lives or ours keeps knocking at the doors of our mind. Well written.

[jennifer little]

qondereful work

[Emily B]

looking forward to reading more of you

[Aka_Kitsune]

i love how you pose multiple questions at the end, great job :D

[Denied in Truth]

Love it.

[Angelic Surrender]

Perfect. This is great work. Good job

[Mockingbird]

those that have too much pseudo literary criticism are mediocre writers themselves. don't listen to them. write however you want. ultimately we write for ourselves. it's no one's place to tell you how to write your own poetry.

[Mockingbird]

there are times when we go through this dilemma. we shouldn't feel guilty if we can't be bothered by helping someone or being there for them. at least you'll be honest with yourself and not be a hypocrite. great poem.

[Distant horizons]

Excellent. A feeling we all know and understand said in a unique way. great words.

[PaperLife]

This poem gives insight to the sad state humans exist. We push ourselves to a place of being unaware. And you capture this. Someone told me once though, to help your poem flow better, you can remove certain words that you don't absolutely need. Like removing I's and ands. Go through your poem and think.... do I ABSOLUTELY need this word?

Usually I'm not into rhyming, but yours is so subtle and etched it flows together sweetly to make it sound so musical. Great job!