Grief
Grief
Do you know the grief I feel being ignored by you?
When I tell you my needs and you cannot seem to hear,
Not once, twice or trice.
I am like an abandoned cat. Begging, pleading
for my basic needs
of food, of love, of shelter, of opinion, of voice, of knowledge, of survival
I need to be seen and heard.
When it’s enough, I erupt.
When it’s erupt, I cry, scream,
At the top of my lungs, and you cannot hear me still.
“What can I do for you to listen to me?”
You say,
But I think.
“What can I do for you to do what I say?”
You say,
But I have no interest in.
“What can I do for you to be happy?”
I tell you,
Yet you cannot hear.
I wail.
My grief consumes me,
consumes the walls, the furniture
the neighbourhood, your ears.
Yet you cannot hear me still.
I wail,
Like the child who lost a toy,
Like the
mother who lost her child.
Wailing in pain.
Do you know the grief I feel being unheard by you?
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Hi I’m Liam Bergeron I hope I’m not sounding pompous obnoxious or rude when I say a little more detailed words would help convey your feeling a bit better and overall allow me to stay attached to the story better and the reason I’m saying this is I see great potential when reading this poem I think your only starting on what can be a great poet so I hope I can help you on your way sincerely Liam Bergeron
Thanks for your feedback Liam!