Drained
Abby Saila
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Drained

Abby Saila
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2 months ago

The heart bleed tears from faces
Entwined with pessimism
Kin to defeatism
Of what cause should we dine?
While our hopes and dreams
Lay in tatters of ruin
Bellies as barren as the land
With echoes of yesteryears
Made one with the blood of Abel
Still wailing for restitution
High hopes for a better end
For the body was dust
Yet the soul lives on, infinite
Weeping lips gone slack
Strength drained
Borne on the wings of neglect
The rich also cry
When the going gets tough
His offspring a pawn on placebos
Camouflaged in syringe
Destitute woke to hardship
Another day of endless trudging
Should we cry to the Creator?
Our eyes blank from fixation
With inflation, dumped on heads
Cluttered hitherto with endless to-dos
There's a watcher, poised to strike
Tell that to the masses
Who threw in the trowel eons past
Tackling its lot, with cumbersome burden
If he stumbles now and then who cares?
A feast, another life spawn
To shoulder its share of pain
Ah! It's a repetition of normalcy.
©sailabby

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Becky Oludayo Peleowo @beckyoludayoadenuga426965
This isn't for an average reader. Classified poetry. The theme seems to be that of depression in a hopeless situation
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Abby Saila @sailaabby718822
Apt! I couldn't have said it better myself. Thanks for your support
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Abby Saila @sailaabby718822
Apt! I couldn't have said it better myself. Thanks for your support
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Newyork Nerd @newyorknerd212423
This piece captures the raw weight of living through tough times, where hope feels fragile and survival itself can be a daily battle. The imagery of dreams torn apart and empty bellies reflects both the physical and emotional exhaustion of a people who’ve been pushed to their limits, as if carrying an ancient burden that somehow still hasn’t been lifted. The reference to Abel’s blood crying out for justice is a powerful reminder that these struggles are not new—they’re woven into our history, as old as humanity’s first moments of conflict. The line “the rich also cry” pulls back the curtain on the illusion of security wealth provides. It shows that even those who seem untouched by hardship aren’t immune to the cracks forming in society. When you ask, “should we cry to the Creator?” it feels like a moment of grappling with faith and responsibility, a question of where we place our hope or if we’re truly powerless in the face of these cycles. The writing is a poignant reminder that even in despair, there’s something that keeps us going—a shared resilience that quietly endures. It doesn’t offer easy answers but gives voice to the pain that many feel. In bringing these struggles to light, perhaps it opens up a space to imagine something different, to believe that change might be possible. This poem speaks to that hidden strength, reminding us that, together, we can bear what feels unbearable.
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