What They Lost

hold on to what you have and appreciate it, for their is always someone that has it worse than you.

The people who are weak

They are the ones that reek

From the stains of their tears.

 

And the scars, increasing from years

Of denying the pain, and the hurt.

They are tossed in the dirt

To be shut up and hidden 

And anything good is forbidden.

That is how they live everyday 

For there is no other way;

The happiness is blocked out

And they scream and they shout.

But no one comes to their aid,

Slowly they begin to fade.

And now they have left 

For there is no bigger theft

Than what they have  lost.

Author's Note

Review, tell me what you think.

Reviews

[nevershoutnever.]

Wow. That's really deep. I'm having trouble processing who it is about; I hope it isn't about you, otherwise...YOU NEED A HUG! Aahaha :] But i love it: it's deep, emotional, and shows how the people who push you away, need to have someone who won't give in.

[Darl]

Good job Claire, I can really relate to this poem, you have done a great job communicating the pain that stays with people forever when they have lost something dear. A very clever and well written poem telling a powerful story.
well done!!