the forgotten, the lost
Poem...
Jolts of electricity
to my severed heart
as my eyes wander
through the headlines
and small print
the forgotten children
lost in battle, abuse
the forgotten men
lost to suicide, abuse
the forgotten women
lost to oppression, abuse
the forgotten people
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lost
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limbs of elasticity
on the dirty floor
as I just give up
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for a moment
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give in to the sadness
the horror around me
crimes of complicity
by the... anyone, who
ever turned their cheek
looked the other way
didn't
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speak up
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About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (9)
I like the flow of this Paul, as it feels very stream of consciousness, and especially the repetition of abuse part. Powerful, and seeing it from another perspective helps get us closer to the picture 👏
☺️👏Great pace! “Crimes of complicity” is very though-provoking. 😔
Very poignant Paul. ♥
Wow. Just wow. Moved. Numb. Speechless. You have plumbed the depths with this one, Paul.
I really like the spaces in between, to take a moment to absorb. Wonderful work, Buddy.
This is so powerful Paul.
Just beautiful and so true, Paul. How did people turn so cruel to each other? The concept is a gem in your capable hands.
So powerful! I loved the gaps that give the poem a unique rhythm and pause to think.
An eloquent voice speaks herein for those who are seldom heard. Deftly done!