The world has gone
blind,
turned a dark
eye.
It has forgotten
many, and passes
us by.
We are the ones
who've been crippled:
by heartache,
dispair,
pain and
disease.
We have been
shaded in,
covered by
black.
Hidden, forgotten
so that those
untouched few
may pretend we
are no longer
here.
So the perfect,
the loved, the
whole might
parade around;
reminding us
that we are
broken.
Heartache chokes
in many
throats, and the
world does not
hear the
retch of a heart
falling from a
mouth,
crushed beneath
a passing shoe.
A darker dispair
runs rampant
through many
brains,
stilling the
thoughts so
that emptiness
might ordain.
And disease
wracks the body,
causing shakes
and lonely
days;
even lonelier
nights.
Pain has fallen
upon our head,
drenched us
very few.
Those who need
love and are
turned away;
the lonely
who are shut
out;
the dispairing
who scream
for help.
The crippled leg
of society, that
is oft neglected.
The pain ignored,
the aches and
pains hidden by
pills and
the fast, oncoming
sickness of a
whole.
Forced down to
wait by
prayers,
unanswered.