A Wall of Debris

In the distance,a wall of debris.Cold, damp, sunless,forgotten, even.An ode to all theundiscovered words,misplaced souls,deceased dreams--Those arrested ineternal winter.How many have given up their lives due to the carelessness of others?Aren’t we all just living some variation of the same story?Why is it so easy to divide, judge, negatively compartmentalize?Let us always remember each other’s humanness.Then, maybe we will finally understand what it means to empathize.