“Centered on ourselves” by Trevor Witt
Centered on ourselves,
Our sight is skewed,
Are we not blind?
As only G-d sees.
The world turns about its axis,
As the Earth spins around the Sun,
As the Milky Way twirls around a black hole,
And we float like electrons around an atom.
Meanwhile, the man on the street sleeps,
And I must ignore my urge, to invite him in,
Because we are taught to fear, to leave him,
His situation must be the fault of his sin.
The Good Book says, “Clothe the naked.”
It says, “Care for the sick.”
It says, “Free the Oppressed”.
It says, “Don’t be a dick.”
Yet, we float through space,
In our own little bubble,
Ignoring the plight of brothers,
Ignoring the pain of sisters,
In trouble.
“Like a cloud, Under the sun.” by Trevor Witt
Light years –
From my touch,
From my taste,
From my smell,
My body lies alone,
In hell.
Yet your love
Reaches me
Instantly.
Beyond time,
Beyond space,
The smile on your face.
Sometimes,
I sink so far that I float,
Out of my head, into space,
The vacuum, the void,
And I expand, and explode,
Like a cloud,
Under the sun.
“Heroine” by Trevor Witt
You and your vomit, halfway on the sidewalk,
Lie in a puddle, as I walk on by.
The tent protects you from the cold,
Barely
But the blankets help keep you warm.
Forgotten
Because you did drugs,
No one could help you.
No one would help you.
Why are you my problem?
Heroine, heroin,
Save me, cure me, help me!
Forget where I went wrong!
Leave my mistakes behind.
Is there any heroine?
I can’t hear you, as you whisper,
Because I do not want to listen,
No, I do not want to listen,
Because it is too painful, too,
Too painful.
Can you spare some heroine?
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