Bits and Pieces

Cracks and Crevices

People's faces in the crowd,

Each one a blank slate of no emotion

Searching for meaning,

A hunger of knowing,

Not realizing the sorrow of the notion.

People forgetting about caring,

Children hiding out of sight to cry.

Others stalk right past,

Too engrossed in their own actions

To even wonder why.

The lonely cries of animals

As humans slaughter them for money out of greed,

Taking away the dying member

To sell for money as the other animals cry

For their friend that they will never again see.

Kids abandoned by their parents,

People of their very own kin.

Leaving them on doorsteps, foster homes,

Maybe for better or maybe for worse,

But kids won't care about that when yearning within.

The beauty of life that some can see

Differs from the life that some have put out

Like trash on the steps of a large lonely house,

Like food given to an old, dying dog,

Like the cracks and crevices, empty even after being filled with grout.