Help

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.

[zJames]

I like the direction you took that, please review mine