Icicle Blues

In the corner

Sits a weeping soul

Body covered in filth

Mind stripped bare

Humanity in the brink

Of losing completely

 

Do we just stare

In silence

And pretend not to see

Unable to feel

Even a single emotion

 

Remorse

Pity

Guilt

Anger

Disgust

 

Have we turned

So callous and cold

Our self-involvement

Undeniably irritating

 

Yet I'm the same as you

Lost in our own

Til we become

That weeping soul

Then we learn

To care

 

Reviews

[Trée]

"Lost in our own"

Only the few comprehend empathy

A few more can gets their minds around sympathy

And more than I care to acknowledge are strangers to both

Beautifully rendered V.

[Imperfection]

Very powerful poem.

Til we become

That weeping soul

Then we learn

To care

Strong words here. So true.
Until we find ourselves in similar circumstances, we never learn...

Great write, V.
I like the title as well.

[Kat_apult]

A nice piece...deep in meaning! Like how you started with the image of the broken person, then twisting words led the reader to consider that it could one day become them; a thoughtful poetic critique on a societal problem that continues to plague our cities.

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deep meaning, with a few word misfires. but they don't take away from the poem.

i submit:
Have we "turned"?
Lost "on" our own?

picky and petty, yes. but i wouldn't want something so easily remedied to take away from an otherwise outstanding piece.

good work, tristan

[Bubo]

Such a realistic write, heart felt and almost tragic in that we have lost sight of compassion,genuine kindness, maybe because we are so wrapped up in ourselves and our own pain perhaps.........this had alot of raw imagary and depth.......the meaning very clear..........we don;t feel compassion until we are in that position.