Hoping, Praying, Dying for Attention

Man-Kind

BIRD NAMED JEFF
Through the loneliness and dispair I here the cries,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.
With deminished light and transparent fears I continue to walk,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.
My shadow is consumming the last of my dignity, ending my strength,
Hoping, praying, dying for attention

Tho' all seems lost, with no where to turn,
yet I hope, pray, die for attention.
Picked from the rubble, washed from the ashes, shaken from all filth.
Hoping, praying, dying for attention.

Do you see me now?
Can you hear my cry?
Do you feel my emotion?
Have you not noticed me before?

Man kind - The human race.
Beaten and forgotten by those who fail their own.
Yet I hope,
I pray,
I'm dying for for attention.

Published by BIRD NAMED JEFF

Most people that know me know that I am called Bird by my friends online. It comes from my nickname that I have used online for most of the last 10 years - flyingbird65. I have used that nickname in Pogo.com...  View profile

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  • jigsz3/18/2008

    sad but at least you are still hoping! btw, thanks for reading my poem at writer's club.

  • cathiesbloggs3/15/2008

    So sad...but so true !!!!!!!!!!!!....Excellent poetry !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Linda Ann Nickerson2/21/2008

    Very empathetic . . . probably others will identify!

  • Susan Sosbe2/10/2008

    Haunting and tragic, yet beautifully presented. I enjoyed this.

  • Layla Lair2/10/2008

    Nice job Jeff ;-)

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