songs never sung from voices never heard
music that goes unplayed, trapped forever in a black box
thoughts never shared, unknown ideas with no chance- no chance for exploration by great minds not there.
unanswered questions seeking the one who won’t be there to solve them.
water ignoring the pleas of the thirsty
food paying no attention to the plight of the starving,
wealthy with poor on their doorstep giving no satisfaction to their cries for bread.
Friends not made, acquaintances not met,
late night talks falling on empty air
sorrowful tears with none to ease the pain,
books of wisdom burned before written buried within coffins never opened.
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Author:
Chriswylie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this back in 1992. Went through a lot of dark times in my mind in those days. Too many questions coupled with an introspective mind. Got stuck in my own maelstrom of angst. I was 19
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
1992 - a pertinent year for angst and sorrow. I remember it well as a rebellious 'grunger' who inadvertently shook hands with death during a high speed head-on. Can relate 100%! Thanks for sharing.
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