Good samaritan, a poem.

I dreamed a dream

that you were around

avoiding the encounter with truth

embracing the safety of dissatisfaction

with someone else

And I wonder

what runs through your head

and your heart

this instant

What you would say if I were a thing

and could never talk back

What you would do if you had no fears

or regrets

You walk around carrying your wounds

which you like to show

to prove your threshold for pain

And I feel the hurt of your wound inside

and walk around feeling impotent,

since I can’t help you

in any way

By tuttysan © 2008

Good samaritan – a poem. Photo: Yellowstone National Park, WY.