Pencil

A piece, thinking about a person you care about, while someone else is with them.

There is hunger and there is pain

In this world there is so much grief

So aware that it no longer stimulates my senses

From first to third world problems 

I have claimed none.

My concern

my meditation

my fear

is if I wandered down the lanes

through the park of your thoughts

would I find myself there

or the beautiful soul I know by your side

At this moment

her silent charm

and innocent mystery

can sweep you away

in an unsuspecting moment

while I remain at the counter

of this cafe

writing about you

helpless and useless

as the pencil in my hand

Reviews

[Andrea Di Martino]

I like the part about the first and third world problems. Grief and heartache are universal. One of my friends said "saying you shouldn't feel bad because other people have it worse is the same as saying you shouldn't feel happy because other people have it better". Even in your own sadness, you want this other person's happiness.

[zoeybutno]

Thank you for your comment. And your friend makes a great point. I'll be keeping that saying in mind!