Is it blindness that hides pain from our eyes?
The struggle of others,
The ruined mascara and sweat,
The lines of strain penned upon their faces,
Our eyes seem to cloud over at the spectacle,
An unfeeling milky grey,
Our hands cupped over our minds eye,

How are we so blind?
Or do we not want to see it?
We say it’s none of our business,
That they’ll pull through,
You don’t need a reason to help,
Nor a reward,
So pry open those damn eyes,

Is it blindness?
Or is it selfishness?

  1. Compassion is what it means to be truly human.
    Well penned. Absolutely lovely work!

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