You do not listen,
For you cannot hear.
You do not answer,
Because you cannot speak.
You do not feel,
Because your feelings are meek.
You do not understand,
Because meaning you do not seek.
You do not look,
For you cannot see.
And I cannot heal,
Because I will not leave.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoetryNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
