A Wind

I feel like I'm talking to a wind.
A brainless wind.



If I can't get an encouraging word from you,
To whom do I go to?

Now is the chance to show,
The real need, now you know.

But you chose to be quiet.

Isn't there an empathy?
Somehow?

Or you're too busy to fill the need?
Too busy filling the needs of others
That you neglect to fill the one's that's closer to you?

Too deep
The  pain won't go away.

Well, I think time is a lot better.
Al least it does heal.

But where, oh where are you now?

Nowhere.

I'm like talking to a wind.
A heartless wind.