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!
Written on 2026-02-11 at 01:56

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