But no one stirs from their sleep,
Pain asked for a moment,
Not one soul rendered.
I am moving through this space,
Suffering, muffled,
But holding up a smile,
Because no one wants to get up,
Why lose sleep,
They don't have the time,
Not one minute.
Why listen to me,
Their smiles are heavy too,
They walk in the dark,
Naked, cold,
Why listen to me,
When their hell screams for attention.
Burns their dreams and smothers their spirit.
It would take just one to listen,
One to care,
One to stop,
To just be there,
But if we are all hurting,
Living in hell,
Where in hell will one come from?
By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com
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