Emotions,
Could they put my train of thought into motion?
Could they express enough of me?
Could they be more than my words could be?
Could they show me more than I could see?
When I see the little boy on the street,
Running around with his treat,
I know enough of any face
To see one in a jovial case,
From one end to the other,
A line with no bother.
When I see the widow at the grave,
A pain none could brave,
A darkness that shadows the heart,
The world remains stagnant for those waiting till their depart,
Her rose cheeks bear rivers of sorrow,
Can grief be vanquished in a “tomorrow”?
Emotions, thousands there may be,
But none live within me,
I feel none, I feel soulless,
Where is the anger and pain and fear I should possess?
I stand still staring at life, I could never react
Like the little boy and widow, whose souls still stay intact.