Focus, focus.
Look deeply into the grey.
Staring at the darkness,
Daring it to scream back at me.
Is there a solution to my misery?
Angels weep above my head,
Or in my head, whichever you’d have it.
Temptation roams around me.
Keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut,
I seek to escape confrontation
As best I can in a supercharged atmosphere.
But I cannot resist the occasional urge
To lash out, seeking peace and justice
For those around me.
It is such a sadness, it grieves me.
I want to help, albeit pitifully,
As I know my efforts, most of them,
Go mostly unheard, falling on
Much more than deaf ears around me.
I know I could go a lifetime
Without making a difference.
Sometimes, I feel so lazy,
Alone in my safe and quiet home,
While others go hungry, homeless,
Persecuted, tortured, murdered.
It seems so easy for me to talk about it.
Indeed, that is my level of comfort.
I want to have my voice heard.
But how?
Is it hopeless?
