A Different Vision - Death Is Not Glamorous

Ashamed of myself for walking right by.

I stare need in the face, yet I turn a blind eye.

Safe, behind my window.

Safe inside my headphones.

Overwhelmed by the wetness of my eyes.

It seems I’m stuck on the autopilot I despise.

One where i offer no kind words, no helping hands.

And it’s so much worse, because I have so much to give.

I don’t need to understand the reality of being born addicted.

Alone.

Sleeping in cardboard homes.

A reality devoid of kindness.

I’m safe in blindness.

Cool, behind my window.

Safe inside my headphones.

Overwhelmed by the selfish wasteland of this life.

'Yet my heart, in this barren desert,

wishes for a different vision.'

One where we see every side and aren’t paralysed by apathy.

No division.

True equality.

One where we open up and

recognize that we all share the same necessities in this life.

I won’t freeze you out.

This world is cold enough.

I’ll play no part in this world of walls.

Diligent until they fall.

We all suffer in this life.

We’re all struggling to survive.