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PAIN.
Her eyes looked out of the screen at me
And they begged me answer, "why?'
"Why do you live in such wealth, and free,
While I slowly starve and die?"
A heart full of pain burned from those eyes,
Old mind in a face so young,
Reflecting cares of a dozen lives
In a life but scarce begun.
From my soft couch in my well-stocked house
She reached to me from my screen.
Like a burning flame I cannot douse
I'm haunted by what I've seen.
The memory of those questioning eyes
Like a brand burns in my brain.
Feeling her suffering I realise
That I have never known pain.
This poem hits home to me in a way because when I look at my nephew's eyes or hear him cry I want to join him. When I look at my older brother struggling to raise him with a wife who doesn't treat them right or helps out enough I want to help there too. Believe me I realize that with all the deaths, car problems, work problems, friends problems, vision problems, etc. I have it's nothing compared to what they live through. If I could change it and make it better for them I would and that's why I help them out as much as I can. God bless you and all those starving, ill people out there seeking food not only of the eating kind.
I have read "Pain" before and I like to read it again as it so well written.
Thank you Eunice for sharing once again.
Terry
What a wonderful day for living.
Dear E, You have a very sensitive heart.
God bless your heart
Saiom
Such a beautiful poem. You truly write from the heart Eunice.
]Thank you for sharing this with me
Terry
Such a beautiful poem. You truly write from the heart Eunice.
]Thank you for sharing this with me
Terry
Such a beautiful poem. You truly write from the heart Eunice.
]Thank you for sharing this with me
Terry
Who has NOT felt that same burning brand of guilt when realizing that we are too blessed to understand true hunger and pain. Thank you. This touched me.
Jessica
Very well put :)