I AM … Myself.

I am the listener
I wonder if I can
really change it.
I hear the crack
of human guns.
I see the body-
littered streets.
I want not to
be born into
this world.
I am me.
...........
I pretend
not to worry
I feel the urge
to change it all.
I touch the worn
and weary faces of
those who suffered.
I worry for them…
I cry tears.
I am their
faces…
...........
I under-
stand none
of it, but I
can’t help.
I say I’ll do
what I can.
I dream.
I try.
I hope.
I am.