A disappointed brother

lacking a supportive mother.

His family's crumbling,

but all he can do is look.

 

Friends are blind;

it's not apathy, it's fine.

But one glanced over:

locked eyes, that look.

 

Tripping, stumbling, falling

further down into darkness; skin crawling.

Until he sees that arm outstretched

from supportive eyes, a friend, that look.

 

Pulled out from the pit,

before soul and body forever split.

It all came from a look;

the look the world needs.

 

If one thing could be changed

it should be that look to ease those pained.

All it takes is for us to open our eyes, and see.

Imagine what we could be.

 

Look.