The tempest of time can take its toll,
And life could very well be something terribly droll,
Just going through the motions in a sorry attempt to survive,
Doing whatever you can to feel alive,
It is at this deepest sorrow and most lonely time,
When the mind's greatest consolation is a kind act or a thoughtful line,
Nothing could be of greater value than an empathetic notion,
One that transcends any lack of humanity by epic proportions,
Kicking a man when he is down maybe your will,
I can assure you that it is but a cheap thrill,
Nothing can be gained out of another man's suffering,
For one day you could be in his position and he could be the one laughing,
Me? I didn't need much from you, dear friend,
You couldn't even do that little, in the end,
It must have truly been a mammoth task,
For you to work for this friendship to last,
Somewhere along the way it all fell apart,
Which makes me wonder was it there at all from the start?
It's understandable when you see that frivolity is today's latest trend,
And you are the classic example of a confused blend.
All a person really needs whilst in the throes of despair,
Is to know at least for a moment that someone out there cares,
Some people want it all and need a show so grand.
Ironically all I needed was a helping hand.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
