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Blame
by David BaumanPeople say it's not my fault,
but somebody caused the pain.
If they didn't mean to,
does that erase the chain?
What is wrong with them?
People think I'm not that bad,
but can they see my heart?
If they knew what lurked inside,
would they understand my part?
What is wrong with you?
People do what they feel like doing,
but do they always think?
If they put themselves where I was,
would our understandings link?
What is wrong with us?
People choose whats best for them,
or maybe for family or a friend.
If they considered everyone,
maybe suffering would end?
What is wrong with everyone?
People are only human beings,
this is sad but true.
But everybody out for themself,
so how can my feelings not be blue?
What is wrong with me? 11/26/2005 Author's Note: Threw this together after a long shower at 3 am, wondering why I felt like I do. This just came to me.
Posted on 11/26/2005
Copyright © 2026 David Bauman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/26/05 at 06:55 PM I think there is something about warm water flowing over us, almost a womb-like peace, but more. Wonderful thoughts. Well penned. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/01/05 at 09:53 PM ...david, i like the flow of this and the rhyming is right-on and also the continous change of each question after each stanza, , that's a good linking-pin with the rhetorical-ness of each...like your style...peace, chaz |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 12/06/05 at 06:16 AM I really love this poem. It asks great questions, of real philosophical import. The speaker takes on many voices: of a child, an old man, a young man exploring his place in the world. Also, I feel as though these questions (contained in this beautiful poetic verse) could be applied to many moral dilemmas...the first stanza for example-- the killing of animals-- somebody, something caused them pain, further down human sufferings such as starvation, etc... of course our morals are partial towards family and friends... the speaker questions this: "what is wrong with me" we are only humans (what is that?) a cognizant being that recognizes that pain and suffering occurs...sometimes by our doing, sometimes under our nose... we are forced to recognize it and embrace it as part of the human experience...but can't help questioning. Sorry to go on and on here-- if you would like to discuss further let me know. Great poem of the day. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/23/14 at 01:45 PM words by themselves are of no consequence, but linked together as you have done has not only given them meaning but musical purpose. |
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