... .... ...Yes....cries which drift 4ever but...
But no 1 seems 2 hear them
Well...not until they r stopped so coldly....suddenly
Then we realize they were
& now r not...
Then we all seem...
2 care about these Lost Echos
Which used 2 drift thro cold people who
Who now suddenly care...
All at once, 2 l8...
People who watch with blind eyes
As people die 4 no reason
With no sympathy
Then tell every1 they love life
Meanwhile they send others 2 die
People...who didn't care b4
Now...now suddenly think their life
Is of some value...
Y?
Y, people who change like waves of water?
Y, People who watch innocents suffer?
Y is it u care now?
Y...r they valuable now?
Because they're not here?
Y!?
ANSWER!
Answer me, ♥less...cold world
Full of people who think
Life has no value until it's gone!
Answer me....hawks which prey on weak
Until now...when the weak r gone...
Then they think themselves saints...nuns....
They didn't cause anything, they'll say
... ...Y should they suddenly b
Precious 2 us now?
Is it because, only once gone....
Do we realize they were there?
Or we finally realize
They WERE human beings...
But y...did we treat them...
So inhuman b4?
Ignored them...so cruelly...
When all a Tree is looking 4
Is a way 2 reach the sun...
All a Ghost wants is some1
Who cares 2 c them...
& all an Echo wants
Is an ear 2 confide in,
A way 2 b heard above the clamor
Of everyday life....
All they want.....
Is a Treasured Friend....
2 help them find their way...
~~Excert from poem i wrote, "Trees and Ghosts and Cold, Lost Echos" link provided 4 full~~
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