My Blank Pages Poem by dun one

The high rise taunts
The beating of a heart
The streets flaunt asphalt
That heart should be buried under
Instead of pipes
Yikes
The breeze soothes the soul in these shoes
Fresh cut grass can not grasp this soul
The ocean may help this letting go
Sand and sun may get it moving on
Instead of seasons changing around that brain
Causing a conscience to explain
Children string kites across a sky where planes fly by doing the same
Advertisement is not to blame for disinterest
Bones and phones mislead
On this globe we plead for forgiveness
Things that aren’t their reappear in air
People from far away places strangle the lungs
Thinking when did we begin to think
One wish would be to sink
What if we could liberate all the souls in jail
Supply work for those who failed
Supply trust for those with dust filled heads
Supply beds for the mislead vagabond
A home for the rambling song
Arms to embrace the timid, weak, and misplaced
Would things be different?
Would things improve?
If love illuminated the dark
Causing a boom
Of orange and white
Spreading from Shanghai to India to the African night
What if we only could smile?
Instead of hanging these heads
Would others gravitate toward each exuberant lovers bed?
What if lead could not hypothesize this dread
Could the pen only romance instead?
What if we stood tall instead of hands that fall into pockets?
Pits to showcase our shame
Forsaken is the word thats to blame
When did it start
Why even ask?
When its a book unfilled of any task