Who is listening?
Really listening, hearing my pain?
You don’t need to understand it
You don’t need to feel it.
I do ask that you acknowledge it.
The noise intrudes upon my very being
The noise hurts me as much as any blow
Just because you are so numb to it
Don’t deny my feeling so.
I am suffering , and for what?
Why do I need to be here
Midst the noise, the clamour, rush?
What purpose does it fulfill?
(Written on returning to the city after time out bush.)
