We live in our catastrophes everyday, we all face it alone,
but lucky are those who have someone to share it with, if only its an ear that listen and mouth that showers concern,
some are born in a crowd but destined to be alone, to care but not be cared for, to give but not be given,
to be for others but not for themselves, they are the souls hung out to dry in the sun...
We care, we love, we devote, yet we get a void,
an emptiness which seldom fills, an disease with no cure,
a fire with no hope of dying...
We are the god's chosen few, who martyr themselves for the known and unknown,
we are looked beyond and never after, we are to be a pillar for others canoe, yet are forever cursed to sink inch by inch in our life's ocean.
We are free even though we seldom are, yet no one is free when we are,
we stare emptily waiting for your affection yet flood you with our own,
We are the antidote yet are themselves poisoned, we are the damned, the cursed, the harrowed, the tormented, the lost, the beasts, the things, everything but human...
We are seeds of love that get weeded when not needed, we are the trees which give their lives to make boats for others, we are the blood that flows out in the drain yet no one cares to wipe the tears from our eyes.