People Aren’t Nice

Painfully I make my way,
Across the muddy field of my nightmares
The light around me flickering to death
A Struggle it is for my very breath.
I wait and I watch
As people walk slowly by
Mindless of what goes on
Nothing to do, nowhere to belong.
They see me in pain
They see me cry
I hope they will give me their hand
If nothing, at least help me stand.
I laugh at how indifferent they are
Part of the world, yet nothing at all
They won’t listen to me and my cries
Somehow I should have known, people aren’t that nice.
I pull myself together
But who’ll help them out?
I wonder, with all the love denied
Who’ll even be there to meet them on the other side?

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