Will you hear me when I cry,
Or will you just pass on by?
Will you see me in distress,
Or will you deny tenderness?
Will you open your heart to me,
Or will you only leave me lonely?
Will you answer when I call,
Or will you just let me fall?
Will you treat me like a person,
Or allow my condition to worsen?
Will you reach out a loving hand,
Or let me drown in this quicksand?
And now here I am, wondering why it is I breathe this breath,
When everything around looks and sounds oddly like my death…
Oh! Will you hear me when I cry,
Or will you merely pass me on by?
Note: Originally published in November 2015, now republished for the consideration of new reader-followers