I sit here writing

A poem to them

A poem to the dark

And the fair

A poem to them

To those who can’t

I sit here wondering

Wondering why

Why the world

Is so unfair

I sit here writing

I stop and I stare

At an empty wall

Just sitting there

With it’s simple pattern

But yet so unique

It’s almost speaking

Softly to me

Who cares if I’m plain

Who cares if I’m bare

I’m still a wall

A wall that is bare

A simple gesture

I give to you

I am here to hold the sky

To keep you safe and watch you cry

I am only a wall

But as a wall always says

Walls can be bare

Because no one cares

Walls can be dark

Walls can be fair

Walls can be anything

If they dare

And so can you

My human friend

Write something

To those who can’t

To those who keep their voices in their throats

To those who bury themselves in their coats

Write a poem to them

To those who can’t

To those who are sad

To those who are mad

To those who are confused

To those who are quiet

To those who don’t ever dare speak out

To those who simply can’t without a doubt

So here I sit writing

A poem to them

To the rich and the poor

To the sad and the happy

I sit here writing a poem to them

A poem to those who can’t