Too Weak To Run

***Written for the Sparks In The Darkness challenge***  

 
We have forsaken each other and our hearts are off beat,  
In darkness and alone, Compassion lies butchered in defeat...  
When did the sorrows of others become too slight  
for the care of the hearts already broke in heart-broken flight?  
 
 
We’ve lost the ability to feel through the hearts of others,  
of fathers, of brothers, of mothers and lovers.  
Our vision is blurred with false pretentious desires,  
Our thoughtfulness discarded into self aggrandizing py.  
  
 
We ignore the vibrations of pain around us,  
we guzzle libations,  
abhorrent and impatient,  
to revel in our selfish hedonistic liaisons…  
 
 
Yet tears still fall with a never ending current  
and the eyes that they blind are ever firing turrets.  
Arrows of discernment, daggers of disgust.  
The twin mirrors to the soul  
forced to reflect the heinous images of...us  
 
 
They perceive so clearly what monsters we've become,  
closed off to the connection that once made us one.  
How grotesque we must seem in the eyes of the broken.  
Our conscious unclean, the proof of our indifference awoken.  
 
 
Compassion left slaughtered by a tempestuous apathy  
and it's companion named Kindness violated with savagery.  
No sparks of hope left to light our lost souls  
as the embers of weak unity burned out long ago.  
 
 
I have nothing left to give but my heart's devotion,  
and with the last shard of love rending my chest wide open,  
I beg to the universe with a voice soft spoken.  
 
 
"Help us", exhales my trembling whimper,  
"We have forsaken each other to the high toll of winter."  
We howl in penitence over the bodies laid waste in frost.  
As our hearts shatter for the loved ones not ours to have lost.  
 
 
Let the hearts, free of evil, ignite the final spark  
that combines all strength against demons giving chase in the dark.  
Our hearts beat the same beat, and that again makes us one  
and together we slew all demons, to save those too weak to run,