Let me weep with the world as it, sighing
Stumbles along in painful hurt, always
Seeking ways through, but doomed in the trying.
Death throes of failure assail, as it delays
Using the mend of repent for living the lie.
Let me weep for a world that needs healing
Which comes only with wide open eyes
That see. Seize truth from falsehood and reveal
A pure heart, motivated by caring
What happens to other. A world of hate
That, devoid of considerate sharing
Of wealth and stability, related
To decent aid for humanity's need,
Writhes in it's sickness. See it, and maybe
Then weep with me, we can only succeed
If we feel. Love will then show us the way.
Outstanding piece Fay, your heart written words sit in the heart of the reader..feeling your every tear.....this is beautifully touching....thank you for the share of this amazingly expressed piece
nice one Fay! very expressive....I love the ending...yeah we need to feel even the painful things that'll come to our lives so that we will appreciate the happiness and sweetness of life.. It's good to have rain so that we'll be able to wish for a new sun with kaleidoscopic rainbow....10 from your lovely fella
Let me weep with the world as it, sighing Stumbles along in painful hurt, always... oh it is like that only.. we got to change ourselves... thought sodeep expressed... lovely presentation. read mine don't kill me, emotional bursts and dramland and crynot... mainly read
this fay is reflective of the cries i shed daily.........
a touching warm poem with compassionated feelings..and i can weep with you
'Let me sleep The sleep of those In whose eyes Float clouds and birds Rivers flow Yet they remain parched. ................... Let me weep! Let me sleep! ' Naseer
Very touching. May our tears be translated into prayers for a better and brighter world. Blessings to you from, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Between our birth and our demise and we could see ourselves, through another's eyes would truth overcome the lies and be aware of humanities cries