A Letter to the World

I've had something on my mind so long

It's pushing at my skull

I've wanted to tell the world to listen

For oh so very long

So here's a poem downed in ink

Like feathers in a pillow

To let you know what's on my heart

Beneath the weeping willow

I sit and cry beneath the sky

We die, we sigh, we lie

Upon the ground in pools of tears

From us and those nearby

The world is sad

You feel it too

The dirt is rolled into mud

As we squirm around upon the ground

Where our tears soak up by the pound

You hurt me and I hurt you

We all have a hand in the pain

Why do we do it?

Why can't we see past the self

To the tear-streaked faces?

We care not for another much

We say we would die for our love

But can't be bothered to even smile

When our loved one's in need of a hug

But if we could only hear the cries

Of the people who die by our knees

Maybe we could raise them up

To sit by the old willow tree

To weep no more; instead, adore

To live both loved and loving

One another, like a dear mother

Forevermore