Guilty, not pity

A desolate road
Without a soul.
An empty man
Walks on it
Seeking death
Who has left.
There is wind,
It cuts his face.
There is light,
It blinds his eyes.
Without rythm
Like this prose
He walks on.
He feels no pain
He feels no life
He just feels
Asphalt on his feet.
His death is no
Mercy nor pain.
Save him ?
From what ?
Does he suffer ?
No, but when one
Hears of him,
They feel intense
Pitiful pain
For the man.
But the man is
Neither free nor
Bound by chains.
If his existence
Brings pain to one,
Should he live ?
Why then do you
Give him hope,
When he feels none ?
You empty him more
It is you who
Made him inhuman
He can see the pity
It tortures him
Can you not once
Stop thinking,
Rise on your feet
And save him ?
Because a man who
Denies help is the one
Who needs it the most.



Poetry by Dhruv
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Written on 2019-03-19 at 15:32

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