Fly On The WallA Poem by emmaWhen we don't help people in need we become the flies and the world becomes our wall.I watch, I see, I listen. I watch as the drunken man recklessly drives. I see the car he is about to hit and know he will end
lives. I listen as the cars collide, a sound like clashing knives.
But I do nothing, for I am a fly on the wall. I watch, I see, I listen. I watch as the boy opens the bottle and takes the pill. I see that he has taken too many, enough to kill. I listen as he retches and cries, and then he goes still. But I do nothing, for I am a fly on the wall. I watch, I see, I listen. I watch as the man hits his wife in their own house. I see the blood soaking through her ratty blouse. I listen as begs for her life to her angry spouse. But I do nothing, for I am a fly on the wall. I watch, I see, I listen. I watch as the girl pulls out the shining blade. I see her cut her own wrist, her misery displayed. I listen as she sighs happily, welcoming the pain she made. But I do nothing, for I am a fly on the wall. I watch, I see, I listen. I watch as the girl compares
herself to the model’s perfection. I see that she is struggling to
keep away her peer’s rejection. I listen as she cries about her
own reflection. But I do nothing, for I am a fly
on the wall. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on September 6, 2011Last Updated on December 23, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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