(no subject)

weep
for they will never hear you
in fear of being unloved
they are busy making something of themselves
neither your words nor love
can be heard;
deaf to aught but their belief
self-judgement drowns out your voice

stand still
for if you run towards them
perforce they must run away;
unable to see that your hands are overflowing
they fear a thief

In a country of fighters
protecting themselves is all
armor against your opinions
stops even the light