Listen up

why won’t you listen?
can’t you see what’s
actually going on, here,
in this time of my life,
when what I need most
is to hold them, hear
their voices, watch them
laugh, but you, you don’t
care, sitting in your high
chair, robed in black, as
if you’re mightier, better,
than me, but your not,
you’re weak, afraid, of
all that you will face, see,
when hell claims you
again, where a robe won’t
be able to save you, if
only you would’ve listened.

                           Jaymes Ian Woode

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