It’s so hard, to just remain, a mere observer, to the things, the events that are, happening, all around us, isn’t it??? Translated…
Stacking the Mouth onto the Faces
The Broken Up
The Torn Lines of Lonely
how callous we all become, NOT my comic…
With the Words, the Phrases, Accumulating
Those Small Portions of Silence
Gathered into Bundles
Looking at the Violence that Got Started in the Distance
Passing Through Before Our Eyes
Feeling Someone Else’s Aches and Pains
But, there’s, No On Switch
So, there’s, that scent of wanting to just stand by and watch, but the narrator is still, pulled, into the conflicts, whether or not s/he is willing in participating or not, and that, is how sometimes things go, we may NOT want to get involved in certain situations, but, we are, a PART of it already, and, there’s, NO way O-U-T!