LOST
I sit around all day, watching people pass me by.
They are all busy, forcing me to sit alone, unnoticed.
Work consumes those who pass me, while I consume myself, with thoughts of disgust and heartache.
I sit on the cold, hard earth while my emotions keep me warm. Disgust fills my body, as I watch these heartless zombies trudge the crowded streets. Only capable of seeing where their GPS leads and interact with those who carry the latest iPhone.
The men and women who pass me by, disgust me.
I am disgusted they don’t take the time to look at the beauty which surrounds them. I agree beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but when your 3 inch screen displays the world around you, I don’t understand why you can’t simply look up.
Also, I am offended by the ones who purposefully look away as they pass; only because I am not a clone, like them.
I have a mind, which thinks independently!
Although my emotions keep me warm, without a companion I grow cold. My heart slows beat by beat as it freezes.
Without a companion my words go unheard and my ears grow quiet. My shoulders were created to bear the weight of another, if only they dare to stop walking, sit down, and start talking.
My heart is open to all, but few are willing to stop moving with the crowd. For they fear they will be left behind.
My heart aches for those who fear to slow down and look around. For they live a life without color, without appreciation, without love. While several would disagree, yet day in and day out, as my ears grow quite I observe tired eyes, frowns, and saddened expressions.
Yet the most disheartening part of my life is when most decided to join me on the ground. For I am here by choice, I can get up and go with the flow till I tire then I’ll sit back down. But, for most who seek my shoulders, it is too late. They have already lost everything by the time they decide to sit with me. I am everyones last resort, although I am always willing to boost those who are in need and those who are already at the top. It just behooves me that those at the top never sit down until everything is lost.
Once everything is lost, their tears of sorrow will drip one by one on my shoulder until they realize what they have been missing. Then and only then will they let the flood gates open, until a puddle forms beneath us. With the formation of that puddle, we sit in mud. With this mud I will teach those to build bricks. These bricks alone are not strong, but make enough bricks and you can build a foundation. A foundation which allows you to stand again and walk with the crowd.
Once you regain your footsteps you will wander away without glancing back, as if you have forgotten instantly who I am. My life may seem sad but you know where I sit. Here is my domain, where I will reside day in and day out, until another comes crashing upon my shoulders. And I will aid them to stand and walk again, just as I did you.
My only wish is that you would stop walking, sit down, and start talking before everything is lost,
again.
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Get your signed copy of 51 Poems For Humankind To Think About. Dalton Johnson's first book of poetry. These 51 poems are his critique of American hustle culture told from the perspective of a young man returning to the world after years of living off the grid on less than $500 a month.
These poems capture the internal battle of consumerism, American greed, humans loss of connection with the natural world, and pokes fun at some of the absurd cultural norms of adulting. Each poem touches on different parts of American's superficial society in hopes of promoting the change from group thought to individuality. For it is at the individual level Johnson belives you unlock your true self.
As you read these poems take some time to think about what stirs inside of yourself to find where you can change and grow into the human you want to be today and tomorrow.
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