In this day and age,

"The Great Here and Now,"

You see people walking, dropping like

Flies, wherever you look.

The news is filled with stories so full of

Rage that I turn my face away;

I SCREAM TO DROWN THE SOUND...

But end up throwing the remote away.

Anyway, TV rots the brain...

With so much happening, I want to want to scream from the top of my lungs

"I CARE! Let me help you..."

But I don't. Instead, the void is filled with cold, bitter, hard-earned apathy

in a world that expects nothing less than cheap, warm, often undeserved sympathy.

Am I the problem? Is my own head the reason I don't see

What could be standing right before my very eyes?

Everybody tells me what to do, how to think, how to feel

But does that make MY feelings at all invalid?

This world keeps spinning, turning,

My head is upside-down, longing YEARNING

for something- ANYTHING-

that I can give to you.

But all I have are

Empty boxes.

Mason jars, deprived of all their worth.

- from a big heart that wants to care, but isn't quite sure how