Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Walking away

Walking along the footpath
Careful to not step over
The filth and dirty puddle
I met her gaze

Seeing the pain in her eyes
That bores into my heart
And tugs at the touchy spots
I turn my head away

Rushing off to do some social work
Do I have time for her?
Hiding behind my responsibility
I quicken my pace

Thinking of my limitations
That compel me to close my eyes
That force me to ignore her pain
I push on to my destination

Worsatilist

One who writes worse and versatile verses ...

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