Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Poetry, Poetry from the News, Sad Poems, Thoughtful Poems

When the Mournful are Forgotten, a poem




I wait

in exasperation

for the catharsis

of uncaring hands

for the wanton lips

to be peeled back

and words,

hateful words

to be strewn

in the trashbin.

And when will


be enough?

For words

posed to strike

are met with

words of

equal measure

and those on

the sidelines

cheer for

their affiliation

no matter the wounds

no matter the pain

no matter the destruction

borne from their anger.

When did we lose

our inborn instincts

to love

when did we lose

our own memories of suffering

were it all for naught?

I cry

when I see the tears

of suffering

I hear their voices

loud and clear,

yet they shall

never know.

Their torment

is not only

in their own sorrow

but to many,

they fear

they suffer alone

their voices

dying out

like the sun

slowly sinking

into the horizon

at dusk,


and forgotten.


© Sumyanna 2017


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Writer of poetry and seeker of knowledge. I hope to inspire and be inspired by my words and the world around me.

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