human needs

Tristan Robert Lange

 
“i didn’t
disagree—
surely, you see,
that my silence
didn’t mean i don’t
 
agree.”
 
sorry,
it is hard
for me to see how—
when I’m being used,
misused and abused,
disregarded and disrespected
before your own two eyes,
verbally stripped down in earshot—
that your sustained silence,
sleepless and systemic,
means you’ve ever
 
agreed.
 
that’s just more seed—
scatological scatter
to plant more weeds—
while ignoring the deeds
 
done to this one,
who also has
 
human needs.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. 
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 15, 2026.
 
Tittu
  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2026 07:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Part of Truth, Applied collection.Β 
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Syd, Paul Bell
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  • sorenbarrett

    Tristan this one speaks with pent up frustration turned anger and resentment at being misunderstood, beaten on public display to show power. How does one respond to a deaf bully. Well spoken my friend.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Thanks so much, Soren. You caught the core of it...the anger isn’t only at the mistreatment, but at the sustained silence surrounding it. That kind of silence stops feeling neutral very quickly. Glad this one spoke to you, my friend. πŸŒ±πŸ–€πŸ™πŸ—£οΈ

      • sorenbarrett

        My pleasure my friend

      • Syd

        Hi Tristan, I like this write. It's relatable to me in some ways. I love the "scatological scatter / to plant more weeds" line πŸ˜‚

        Don't mistake silence for weakness. It's better to not bite sometimes and stay silent.

        I know the feeling.

        Syd πŸ„

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Thanks so much, Syd! πŸ˜‚ Glad the scatological bit landed. I do get your point about silence not being weakness and totally agree, but this poem is pushing at something else...silence that becomes complicity because it keeps happening while the harm is right there in front of everyone. A Appreciate you, my friend. πŸŒ±πŸ–€πŸ™πŸ—£οΈ

        • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

          eventually bullies have only themselves to turn on, well written my friend

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Thanks so much, Norman. I think that’s part of the tragedy of bullying...it damages the target, but it also hollows out the person doing it. Appreciate you, my friend. πŸŒ±πŸ–€πŸ™πŸ—£οΈ

            • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

              always welcome friend

            • orchidee

              Good write T. All Popeye needs is spinach. If he need anything else - WCAT! lol.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Thanks, Orchi! 🀣 Popeye’s nutritional plan remains refreshingly simple. Anything beyond spinach apparently requires immediate transmission to WCAT. πŸŒ±πŸ–€πŸ™πŸ—£οΈs

              • Paul Bell

                Sometimes you just have to walk away.
                Re-group, and let the actions speak louder than the words.
                In the end, you usually cut the ties of pains in the asses.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Much appreciated, Paul. I agree that cutting ties can eventually be necessary...but sometimes you’re dealing with people you cannot simply step away from in the moment. If only it was that black and white. That’s where the deeper frustration in this one lives. πŸŒ±πŸ–€πŸ™πŸ—£οΈ



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