As I write

As I write

Someone starves

As I write

Someone kills

As I write

As I write

Someone's lover dies

As I write

Someone goes hungry to feed a child

As I write

As I write

Someone dies from a curable disease

As I write

Someone needs a kidney

As I write

As I write

Someone is stealing bread

As I write

Someone loses the hand that stole

As I write

As I write

A young girl is being sold

As I write

I think of the luxury I have

To contemplate these things and write

Reviews

[Emilie Barn]

Sweet poem. I like it =))

[I Shred This Cabbage]

it is a tenuous contact with the outside world you speak of, a whorl only partly finished. the idea that the world goes on despite you.

i'm not sure that it could literally mean you are thinking of these things while writing. inspiration dulls after only a moment's exposure, such interference would surely be fatal!

regardless a strong singular write :)

[Lumière Dé..]

well for feck sake stop writing then!

[MIB]

Well done, it certainly gives food for thought, great work :D

[eglantine]

this humbles me--I have never thought of the world existing outside of my own mind while writing.

[Eve]

So very often we get so caught up in ourselves that we forget that at this very second atrocities are being preformed all around us as we safely write them into our sharing consciousness.

[Jazmen]

It's delightful to read something purely grateful at the end there. The beginning was saddening, sort of brutal, hard to think about. Your ideas are solid. Write more. :)

[...]

. you are right, dear poet ... truer words cannot be etched ... till some months ago, i was in this horrible place in my head ... in which i would oscillate interminably ... wondering if my words have any power at all to participate in any sort of social change ... i was simply unable to tolerate the world around me without having some way of doing my bit by trying my best ... the universe answered by prayers ... i found a blog on the internet ... that is read by almost 2000 people every day ... where my words are needed ... and trying to fulfill that need has made me a more fulfilled human being ... i am able to sleep at night ... knowing that each day ... i try my best ... to participate in a social transformation that'll ultimately bring about poetic justice ... it's a rare opportunity ... and i embrace it with all my heart ... each and every day ...

[Liderien]

This is pretty good sweetie. So true and sobering