A thousand eyes but Nobody sees A single face That silently pleads Quietly asking With muffled cries For someone to save her Dry her tearstained eyes
Thousands of people but She’s all alone Disregarded Completely unknown With ***** hands And calloused feet Begging of strangers Who’s eyes won’t meet
A thousand voices A single plea Unsteady legs And blistered feet Her shallow stomach Has her doubled in pain She finds some cardboard To shelter from the rain
A thousand questions Nobody hears She sits alone A slave to her fears Her eyes close Still broken and lost She’ll sleep the night But wonder at the cost
A thousand people Walk down this street Somebody sees her She feels their eyes meet How does it end? Does she get what she needs? You are who sees her So you tell me
My goal with this poem was to shed light on basically everyone out there who's hurting or in a rough place. There's a lot of poverty and brokenness and depression and things out there and every single day we see it and there's so much we can do about it. Not necessarily in the huge ways we see on TV or hear about around school, but a smile goes a long way. Someone who's hungry and shunned would appreciate any kind gesture; food, a conversation, anything at all. The tiniest things we do can save a life. Remember that for me.