To those who looked but never listened
Never had the heart to bear witness
To admit you've felt something more than just a numbing ache
One who chooses not to recognize nor identify, with anothers' pain
Stuck in your own head
Lying waste to your brain
Can you imagine living like you use to once again?
The breeze, no longer choking and hot but somehow chilling to the bone
The colors no longer monochrome
The robotic tasks that you repeat are for some a momentous feat
For each breath of air comes so worldly care
Each care turns into a tearing pain as slowly you learn to love again
The landscape no amount of gray can cover
The eyes of a once blind lover
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
To those who looked but never listened
Never had the heart to bear witness
To admit you've felt something more than just a numbing ache
One who chooses not to recognize nor identify, with anothers' pain
Stuck in your own head
Lying waste to your brain
Can you imagine living like you use to once again?
The breeze, no longer choking and hot but somehow chilling to the bone
The colors no longer monochrome
The robotic tasks that you repeat are for some a momentous feat
For each breath of air comes so worldly care
Each care turns into a tearing pain as slowly you learn to love again
The landscape no amount of gray can cover
The eyes of a once blind lover
