A poem about hurting…
Can you see the anguish hiding behind my eyes?
Can you hear the silent screams that echo through my soul?
Can you feel the sorrow as it drips down my face?
Can you smell the rot of failure and regret?
Can you afford to give me a minute of your time?
To console me through a kind and reassuring word,
A supportive touch of your hand, or a sympathetic and
Caring smile…
Can you afford not to?
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