Best Sufferer Poems

It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are  all bereft

I'm talking about ptsd in remission 
Anyone can suffer from this condition 
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind 

To...

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born
rejected
killed
honored...

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Don’t be afraid of words like thin and fat or slim and large, of discussing shame or diet or weight -
there is nothing wrong with learning and conversation, of mistakes and missteps and change.
Just know that food is neither good nor bad, it’s never a...

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Food is the greatest sufferer
fingers pinch it but  no cry
teeth bite it but no cry
throat swallows but no cry
enzymes destroy it but no cry
it lives in torture chambers
would- be rescuers, say no cry
this food that walks or is walked!...

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I can see you are suffering deeply
But you cannot escape your self-torture
Subconsciously you are dependent on the pain
And the joy your sorrow brings is what you live for
But when the happiness is taken from you
You cannot stand being alone with your own thoughts
Your mind drives...

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a statement:

“father, my faith is fleeting---i
simply cannot shake these questions
inside which plague me to no 
end---i feel that all the things in this
world which made sense to me 
under the power of god have begun
to fall apart & the truth that once
was, which i once...

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For the time being I have Given cancer the slip,
And here is a tip,
From my very lip.

Ethnicity does not matter
Culture does not matter,
Colour does not matter.

The size of your brain does not matter,
Your age does not matter,
Your shape does not matter.

Your politics do not matter,
Your...

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An ocean supporting my death
A world unseen is stealing my breath
Command my end with all that you have
I still rise in the land of the sad

Hidden noise in solemnity’s wake
The silent prayer that darkness partakes
Behind your eyes the scene will appear
And all your words are...

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Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used
Morally targetting  his torturers,
Nobly tending a body and mind bruised
By the meanest sadistic adventurers.

All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience,
Nearly in the mold of a lamb cast;
A last resort of credence
That powerfully could compete with...

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