As we walk these spaces of our life
it is easy to forget what is...
For a piece of art painted on to a wall
may mean little to your mind,
but to the artist it means the world...
As you walk past an ally you see darkness,
to the night walker that ally is home...
When you see a cry for help on your tv
you know its sad,
and you may feel close to tears.
But for the one crying for help
it is their only words left untried,
even though the person speaking
only asks for money that in truth
most people still do not have...
You may agree with all the people
blaming someone else for what's happened.
For some they know the truth,
the truth that no one person is the cause...
As we walk these spaces of our life
it is easy to forget what is...
That is why I call your world space,
for some that is what they feel.
A moment of realization,
one you never have felt before...
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
