High up there
About halfway up the building
You can see her in the window
She sits there for hours
Searching the faces, the people in the street below
Wondering
Does anybody care?
Moving with purpose in their oblivious way
Making their appointments happily on time
Clocking the minutes of a prosperous day
Does anybody care?
In her sad eyes
She knows the secret
The terrible truth we hide in our lies
We are
All of us
Alone.
Does anybody care?
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Ascent Magazine, Winter 2000)
Your compassion becomes you. A very touching poem. Regards, Sandra Fowler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet another brilliant piece from you! Thanks for entertaining me with such powerful and compelling lines.