Silent Tears Poem by Justin Reamer

The world is oblivious to despair,
Unaware of the suffering people
Experience every day.
The world moves on while
The depressed and the suicidal
Are left behind.

Happily, the majority go about
Their everyday lives,
Filed with routine,
Methodically following them
With bright smiles on their faces
Nothing is known to them;

Not the harmless man
Sitting on the street corner
Who scavenged for his last meal
To no avail whatsoever;
Not the child in raggedy clothes
Who is on the verge of starvation
And will probably die the next day;

Not the mother who succumbed to
Alcoholism from the loss
Of her beloved child;
Not the man who laments
Over his prodigal life;

Not the girl who will commit
Suicide at the age of sixteen
The next day because
Even though she was pretty,
People mocked her apparel
And assaulted her horribly.

The suffering are nothing to the world,
Empty, nonexistent and vacant.
I look at my friends in silence
And understand them,
As I am one of them.
Dead to all, there is no
Feeling in my heart as I
Slowly begin to fade away.

As society moves onward,
The depressed and the desperate struggle:
To be heard, to be noticed,
To be helped, to be understood.
But ignored, they are;
Time doesn't stop for them until
Death arrives at their door.

But as night approaches swiftly in the sky,
Thoughts of death fill the minds of
The suffering as society continues to sleep.
Insomnia is their curse,
And weeping their struggle,
Leading to the consolation of dripping blood
Covering the ground as they weep silent tears.