There she sat overwhelmed by her troubles
Who would believe, she didn’t ask for this!
Her world is falling apart
Nobody ever said, It’s going to be a rough road.
I need your help !!
She cried out,
But they couldn’t hear her
All standing right before her
Why can’t they hear me?
How can they hear?
All they wanna hear is the sweetness
Nobody needs to know the bitterness
The pressure of being in the face of the tabloid.
He his the talk of the town
Well groomed in his tailor -made
Designer suits all covered up
Yet exposed ,
Vulnerable, helpless but no-one sees
Nobody cares to see it.
They are mesmerized by the six packs
But he’s being torn by the pain of his past.
I need your help she cried out
Somebody, please help me, He cried!
Can you see beyond the pomp and pageantry
The face smiling on the cover page
Is actually crying out,
I need your Help
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There is no one to help,
We are each of us islands.
Hello yourself,
Or the world will drown you
Beneath the waves of indifference.
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Hmmm!!
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So true. Hiding behind the masks. Desperate for something they cannot name. The fool has said in his heart, “There is no God.” Yet nothing else will satisfy.
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How Ironic, nothing else will satisfy!
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Good poetic description of those crying out for help. Sometimes we don’t realize people need help until they are gone and the truth comes to light.
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May God help us, to look a little closer, love a little bit more to be able to see beyond the mask of those around us hurting.
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Indeed, a lot is hidden behind many people’s masks. All we need to do is give them time to be themselves and it all gets unmasked.
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So true Joan.
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Well done!
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