Starving
poem by:
Jack Normors
Written
on Jan 30, 2017
Starving, hurting, afraid, alone Ever searching for a place where I am known Out stretched hand to all who pass by Wondering why they care not if I live or die Silently watching as the world turns Unable to find that warmth for which I truly yearn Beaten, broken, bloodied and bruised Head held in hands, so confused I see my people everywhere Happy, smiling, living without care It is quite easy to claim that life’s not fair Struggling, striving, searching for meaning Emotions boil under the surface Unable to process what I am seeing My face remains still, serving no purpose Unable to cope with the surrounding loneliness I am uncertain where to go with this Crushed by forces without form Yet to everyone else this seems the norm A world absorbed in that which isn’t real We walk past each other without care When what one needs is to feel
Tags: sad, anger, pain,
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Ja Ja commented:
Great expression of feelings
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
Something doesn't quite fit. You describe the predicament of a starving confused beggar, but do so in an eloquent poem submitted on the internet.
Jack Normors
commented:
There's all sorts of reasons people can be beggars, especially those a with internet access.
Jack Normors
commented:
Thank you for your feedbacks. I always appreciate input.
