Overlooked

He says no joy without sorrow
and no sorrow without joy.
Why should I believe it?
I've seen those,
Those with no hope for tomorrow.
Whose world seems ever tainted with grey.
Should not they be the experts?
The world where nothing goes right.
and everything falls away.
Where is their break for joy?
Those who need it.
A peace of mind.
A simple smile.
A helping hand.
We are being overlooked.
Blinding is the sorrow,
opaque and tight around their eyes.
Binding and percieved,
a downward spiral,
a stairwell with no rail to grasp.
Falling.
You need only open your eyes,
look up, around and realize, if chance given,
someone loves you.