Stood Who Last, Those Last Departing

Ti’s a pity for pity to not find,
in an hour such as this its way
to those who adhered in its hind
and lead the bleak souls of dismay,
from fates blackened, vacant hope,
joyless aim, and aimless hunger,
into such hopes which did elope
with equal lives fore them asunder.
Doth not suffice for wretchedness
to have such monuments in woe,
but as its wonting shall it dress
all glory red, for us to know.
I watch their children emerging
with languid eyes and weary airs
from their fathers side weeping
to bleed in their due place unfair.
I hope for children of their thence
I fear for children their instead
host to fates made recompense
for our fates all else I dread.
Who are they, who muffled suffer,
tears of whom know slumber none,
life whom perchance silenced utter
which hath found its rest in some,
for those in whom is yet to set,
those who have not yet to feign
apathy to the breath of death
I fear have found in departing gain.

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9 thoughts on “Stood Who Last, Those Last Departing

  1. Nice poem. I love its mood and atmosphere, it’s very sombre and the words are haunting to some extent. I guess you are an established poet? Awesome, i took creative writing lessons and could only hope to be as good as you. I’m Still learning though.

    1. Hahaha, actually I’m just a habitual writer, I wouldn’t dare call myself an established poet, but I do thank you for your kind words. I’m sure you’ll be better than me someday soon, just do not ever give up.

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