Hoping, Praying, Dying for Attention

Man-Kind

Through the loneliness and dispair I here the cries,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.
With deminished light and transparent fears I continue to walk,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.
My shadow is consumming the last of my dignity, ending my strength,

Hoping, praying, dying for attention

Tho' all seems lost, with no where to turn,
yet I hope, pray, die for attention.
Picked from the rubble, washed from the ashes, shaken from all filth.
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.

Do you see me now?
Can you hear my cry?
Do you feel my emotion?
Have you not noticed me before?

Man kind - The human race.
Beaten and forgotten by those who fail their own.
Yet I hope,
I pray,
I'm dying for for attention.


 
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sad but at least you are still hoping! btw, thanks for reading my poem at writer's club.

Posted on 03/18/2008 at 8:03:08 PM

So sad...but so true !!!!!!!!!!!!....Excellent poetry !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted on 03/15/2008 at 8:03:55 PM

Very empathetic . . . probably others will identify!

Posted on 02/21/2008 at 1:02:05 PM

Haunting and tragic, yet beautifully presented. I enjoyed this.

Posted on 02/10/2008 at 1:02:24 PM

Nice job Jeff ;-)

Posted on 02/10/2008 at 9:02:12 AM

Thanks for sharing!

Posted on 02/08/2008 at 3:02:37 PM

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