Disconcerned

They're Dead.

At least it wasn't me.

Impoverished.

Sick.

They probably are deserving,

Don't bother me!

*

This diseased condition of yours is unnerving.

I've seen your kind before.

A crased animal searching--devouring all that impedes progress towards its apex in life..

so you've become.

*

You've walked out on everyone,

Everything.

If it disconcerns you will your already fading compassion

fail when others need?

*

Greedy.

Not a title sufficiently befitting your unsettling temperment.

Your own mother gives you up for demise.

You've compromised so long that cries dare not approach your parched eyes

for anyone but yourself.

*

I wish you could see it...The disease is spreading...

Your philosophies are colored--

tainted solely by your distasteful self-centeredness.

The winds howl--nothing answers back.

I pray that one day...

One day you'll realize the severity of this...

             I pray it won't be too late.