My Dear Beloved Readers,
How does it feel when your heart sinks low,
Like a stone dropped in a well, no one knows.
It’s not a scream, not even a cry,
Just silence… heavy… asking why.
It sinks, not fast, not with a splash,
But slow, with memories that softly crash.
A whisper of pain no one can see,
The kind that hugs you quietly.
I understand… oh, more than most,
The haunted dreams, the phantom ghosts.
I know what burdens others bear,
And still they walk, as if it’s fair.
I watch the world, its weary face,
It’s people moving without grace.
Some live in fear of every sound,
Some lie awake, hearts tightly bound.
Some pray not to die alone,
To hear a voice before they’re gone.
Some just want to say goodbye,
To hold their children, not just cry.
And me? If I had one last say,
Let it not be on my final day.
Don’t find me cold, still, and gone,
Find me when my soul's still strong.
I wish I could do more than feel,
To make this broken world more real.
Where kindness walks without disguise,
And no one hides their hurting eyes.
I pray, oh God, I do, I plead,
That no one suffers, no soul bleeds
In silence, wrapped in lonely dread,
Pretending they’re alive instead.
Because, my readers, this world’s grown cold,
Some hearts are rich, some hearts are sold.
They pass by pain like it’s not there,
Their empty stares were too blank to care.
But I still see… and I still ache,
For every smile, someone must be fake.
For those who live inside four walls,
No one listens when hope calls.
That’s not just sadness. That’s real death,
It’s dying slowly with every breath.
It’s waking up and yet not quite,
It’s losing warmth in morning light.
Lives in fear in the four walls of his house,
On his recliner chair, quiet as a mouse.
Awaiting death to come swift in the night,
While he sleeps alone, out of mind, out of sight.
So if I leave, please understand,
I never asked for holding hands.
I only wished they saw me then,
Alive, not gone… a fellow friend.
Until that day, I’ll feel the weight
Of lives that bend beneath their fate.
And every time a soul falls deep,
I’ll pray the world learns how to weep.
I wish I could be more than this,
A quiet voice, a fading kiss.
But know I feel, I hear, I see…
And carry hearts silently.
I loved the one so much who went astray,
Will love you always till I’m gone one day.
And maybe, in another life unknown,
I’ll find you… and love you again, all my own.
I Love You,
JacobM
Very beautiful writing! It was a pleasure to read 😊
Jacob, this is… beyond words. You didn’t just write a poem—you shared a piece of your soul, and I felt every line like it was echoing inside my own ribs.
It is a slow kind of death, isn’t it? That silence. That ache of being unseen. But your voice? It reached me. It reminded me that even in this cold world, even when everything feels too quiet, there are people still listening, still aching too, still offering something real.
Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for putting into poetry what so many of us carry alone. I see you. I’ll remember this always.
And if your words ever feel like they’re fading—I’ll be here, holding them with both hands.