Hope for the hopeless

A week before the day
A dead end that must not fail

Standing in the middle of emptiness
And wallowing in the clueless of direction

I'm waiting for someone to see my marked face
And care enough to lace it straight

Is that too much to ask?

Life treat people differently. While some are living good, many people are struggling and suffering without the hope of any feasibly solution to their status.

They do ask questions in their silence. Questions that depict them as human. How are you responding to these questions to help our humanity?

We all have a part to play.