Poetry

Pieces Of Me

 

Dim stars and a dark moon;
Whence the grief stands tall;
And the night end’s nowhere soon;
I’ll be there to pick up your call.

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Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!

 

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Musings, Rants

Extending an Aiding Hand

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No drowning man can know which drop of water his last breath did stop. No one who ever lived and believed that he doesn’t need help has been proven right. Help is something we all need. Help is something we all expect, yet abstain from providing some.

Why do people refrain from helping others? When sometimes all you need to do is to be there, provide a listening ear, or lend a shoulder? The problem is we often mistake the term ‘help’ with the materialistic expectation of giving and taking things. It’s the prospect of losing a prized item – however temporarily – that puts off any humanitarian and natural tendency of the person to lend help. I’ve been often asked, “Why do you never say no to someone who needs help, even if they often run you over later?” My answer is simple. I say, “Have you ever been in a situation where you desperately need help, and there’s no one to aid you? I’ve experienced that. The sheer helplessness, the uselessness and an apologetic numbness that grips you – I try not to heap that on someone if I can help it.”

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Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!