No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
You can not hear those who care, deafened by your pain.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
You can not see those who care, blinded by your pain.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
No one listens, no one sees how much I care.
Poem – No One Listens
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Timothy French 
Forever grieving the loss of my beloved bride, Jean, I can most emphatically relate to your poem.
A personal sadness that one is destined to bear alone.
Particularly at night, when sleep won’t come.
Thank you.
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The path to loneliness is a slow but steady walk. First you’re separated from friends, then it’s the Family. You then miss them that much and continue down that path, but all the time bringing praised for your obedience to their Council. Like sheep before the door of the Slater house.
You look around; and there is an old friend and you try to speak to him, but he tells you that we’re not allowed to talk, we could get into trouble. Then you see your wife, and she we’ve got to keep our distance or they may get mad. Then you wonder; how did we get this way.
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