Cold

The people who are closest

We often demolish

At the back of our mind

The stream

That never flows

The love

We used to know

We stop it

We don’t treat our loved ones

The way that we should 

The way that we could

The way that we would

For someone else...

We forget to treat people

Like a human being

Deserving of kindness

And care

Because we never know

Never will

Understand what’s going on 

In their head

So why not?!

Is the question

Why not show a little care?

The world has hardened

A soul

That was molded

From perfectly good clay