Feet, bare and blistered, skin- tanned and tortured.
age- sparse but spent,
On the road to misery.
Is it so hard to care?
Share a sip of our drink, can't we?
Will relieve that soul that ran dry.
And humans for goodness sake, we claim to be!
Feelings- heard and unheard, heart- broken and trampled,
trust- built and collapsed,
Leading to death - now literal.
Is it so tough to not remain oblivious?
To not know how it feels,
Not like the Sun never turned away from us,
But only a human could empathise, and only humans could heal.
Senses- worn and withering, gait- slow and painful
Life- lost but left
Fading to a lifetime of memories.
They were family since you could speak, and walk,
and eat and grow up to be,
on your own and up till you could mock at them now,
Won't you be family, when it's your turn at it?