Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
CountDeStGermainePoems
Do we  really care about  ... each other ? Anything ? Really? Do we ? How do we  show it? Let each other know that we know so we know it. Why is  it we  care  about the things  we  do ? Is it self serving is the  idea perplexing to you like me or unnerving. How do we  intuit which is real and deserving which is the pretense of going through  the motions, unflinching unswerving. Can we commit to it fully, truly engage ? Make our ideas more than a promise more than word more than truth  on page. Do we  poets know something in ways others don’t are our thoughts any freer from care  than those  that are  too afraid or won’t ? Does it matter ?  Should we care  ? Or just keep  faking and posting swiping right unaware. Is  it  my truth to tell, our cross  to bear. Why I write, do you care ? And when it’s time for me  to “ go” just don’t let em say I didn’t care. My end won’t mean anything is  through and if  you don’t care could you at least pretend … that... sometimes   you did or still do….
0
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
To : care
Do we  really care about  ... each other ? Anything ? Really? Do we ? How do we  show it? Let each other know that we know so we know it. Why is  it we  care  about the things  we  do ? Is it self serving is the  idea perplexing to you like me or unnerving. How do we  intuit which is real and deserving which is the pretense of going through  the motions, unflinching unswerving. Can we commit to it fully, truly engage ? Make our ideas more than a promise more than word more than truth  on page. Do we  poets know something in ways others don’t are our thoughts any freer from care  than those  that are  too afraid or won’t ? Does it matter ?  Should we care  ? Or just keep  faking and posting swiping right unaware. Is  it  my truth to tell, our cross  to bear. Why I write, do you care ? And when it’s time for me  to “ go” just don’t let em say I didn’t care. My end won’t mean anything is  through and if  you don’t care could you at least pretend … that... sometimes   you did or still do….
We just keep telling ourselves it's okay.
#gamleon#worldsofwithin#care#connection#depth#meaning#love#grace
CountDeStGermaine
Written by
CountDeStGermaine
49
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem