Help Me by J. P. DaviesI hear your sweet voice
at the back of my awareness
I reach back and try to recall
when you used to whisper
soft words to me as I slept
If I can hear you now
maybe I can bring you back
maybe I can find a scrap
of your deep love and endless sorrow
buried deep within
the vast reaches of my soul
You imprinted me with bright
burns of compassion that will
never heal but will engulf others
like wild-fire to those nearest me
Is this why I find it
impossible to despise,
useless to hate?
I need to understand them
no matter how much
I might dislike them
I need to walk a million miles
in a million pairs of shoes
and then someday maybe
someone will say of me
"He was a man who knew
how to be human."
So teach me how to
feel others' pain,
how to absorb their love,
how to find a common ground.
And then I'll see you
inside the lost places
we all reside secretly
Help me interpret
everyone, and everything
04/23/2003 Author's Note: A mystery to me It just sort of appeared to me as I was writing it...
Posted on 04/24/2003 Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/24/03 at 06:40 PM i like this a lot... good stuff |
Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 05/06/03 at 07:19 PM I really like this part of the poem:
and then someday maybe
someone will say of me
"He was a man who knew
how to be human."
So teach me how to
feel others' pain,
how to absorb their love,
how to find a common ground.
I think that's a common desire of many people, deep down, and you put it into words. Good job |
Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 05/13/03 at 04:26 PM Once again, I'm amazed. I have the problem of only really haveing one style of poetry, and you have so many styles, I love it! |
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