I Stood There
I stood there
Oh God! I just stood there
While the hoards came rushing in
And I watched
Oh God, I just watched
And did nothing to defend
I didn’t raise a hand or take a stand
I didn’t give my all
With pain and suffering everywhere
Oh God, I just stood there.
Tim Keen
12-2-2012
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I wonder what hoards you thought you were responsible for…
This is powerful…if we’re honest, we can all find a situation in our memory where these words hit home!
Nice piece Tim.
Very evocative!!!
God Bless!
Prenin.
Thanks, Prenin.
Tim
Ouch. This one makes me wince…
This so moved me. The regret and disappointment in self are arresting in their intensity. I also like your brevity. Nice write.
I wonder how many of us have felt that way at one time or another. You brought back several of those memories to me. So much feeling in so few words. Well done.
I would to think that all of us have looked back from time to time and said, “If I had just been there. If I had just put myself out there a little more.”
The sad testament to us is that there are so many arm-chairing things, sitting back and pointing out the problems in the world, then doing nothing to fix the problem. The most useless phrase in the English language is “Somebody ought to do something.”
Thanks for the comment and taking your time to read my blog,
Tim
Hi Tim.
First, I’d like to thank you for visiting my blog. 🙂
I read all your posts from “The Day I Decided”. Dark poems. I liked best “The Day I Decided”. 🙂
I.J.,
While I like to think of myself as not a dark person, I have to say my poems and writing certainly tell a different side of me. Thanks for taking the time.
Tim
This one made me think of the incidence in the NY subway this week when a man was pushed to his death in front of the train and it seems now one tried to help. What are we becoming. There is a sense of urgency to the guilt you express Tim. Good poetry.
I did not have that in mind when I wrote it, but it does fit that very well.
Tim
Powerful poem. It makes me remember a time as a child when I should have found my voice to speak up against a wrong, but I was too quiet and too eager to please.
This sounds like a Zombie fest to me Tim
but then of course it would with my way of
thinking 🙂 A truly excellent poem my friend
and keep up thye good work 🙂
Androgoth
Indeed a great verse and the philosophy it carries. When the attacker attacks, he expects resistance. If in that moment, we offer no resistance, the attacker loses his balance. We then have the option to choose the balance on a more equitable plane.
Thanks
Shakti
Am I to conclude that you went Christmas shopping at Walmart on Black Friday?
All kidding aside, this is wonderful It captures so much emotion with so few perfectly placed words!
Linda,
I think had I gone shopping at Wal Mart on Black Friday, there would be a lot more horror in my poem.
Thanks so much stopping by. I am glad you liked it.
Tim
Haha! What a great inspiration!! 😀
Thank you, Linda.
It is really an honor to nominate you for the Inspiring Blogger Award and the Sunshine Blogger award.
Please check on; http://meirozavian.wordpress.com/2012/12/08/nominated-for-awards/.
Congratulations!!!
Blessings,
mei
Thanks, Mei.It is really an honor to be nominated.
Tim
Hi Tim, Thanks so much for your comment, wonderful to see you again!
This poem is very hard hitting and moving, can’t help but want to know and read more of it.
Reblogged this on Oyia Brown.
Everyone has been there and will be again (sadly)
The job of the poet is to sound that clear bell into the dark and hopefully make people aware of what they aren’t doing
Thanks for your visit
Hope your holidays are wonderful!!!
Thanks for both reads and replies. You have a great holiday season and don’t forget to write about it.
Tim
Raw and human. Thank you.
Thanks, Hook. It means a lot that you liked it.
Tim
Wow, powerful. This is my most pressing kind of guilt. Thank you for giving voice to it and allowing me to feel more human.
Your welcome and I am glad you could stop by.
Tim