"What's that word between hatred and adoration?She whispered into my ear"I don't know," I said"We lost it somewhere between empathy and selfishness."
Like the way
The daylight plays against our skin
And mingles with our eyes
Away somewhere between
And its core,
Somewhere between our skeletons
And the souls they enfold
That's where it went.
That's the way
We lost the word.
We watched it run away
Into the melting dawn
Of wholesome vulnerability
Where vanity, loss, and ignorance rule
Then it tumbled into a jar
Swimming with tears
Of judgement, fear, and insanity
It slithered its way to the brim
Swollen, like a tic, with the blood
Of the murdered, the betrayed, and the scorned
Then it found us
And it fell onto the hinges of its 'h'
It rested, solemnly, on the curl of its 'y'
And asked for nothing, but salvation.
Artist: Chelsea Gentile
School: North Allegheny
The good of humanity is at every person's fingertips, however it seems like the world has chosen a different route by submitting to hatred, betrayal, vanity, judgement, and fear. I believe that if humanity were to be a thinking, feeling, verbal, and ominous power, it would ask us to save it.