Not Named


The saddest story

Happens constantly

People fall apart

Everything easy gets taken away

A crooked sea of hurtful pain

Sweeps the dreams of heart away

While the earth and all its' treasures

Are hoarded up by a lying mask

Marked with symbols and signs

Denying simple basic goods

To those who breathe the same

To those we need not name



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-02-11 at 01:56

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2026-02-17


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
The lying mask is the metaphysical evil that overlays all the human behaviours that take the natural good of life away and give nothing or worse in return.

Ref: Griffoners observation.
2026-02-11


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
When I first started reading this poem I formed the opinion it was talking about man's inhumanity to man which is all too evident in the world today. But the 'symbols and signs' tripped me up in that thinking and I was left with questions at the end. But this what all good writing does: Leaves you wanting more as a result of reading. Bravo. Blessings, Allen
2026-02-11