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"A Man No One Loved"

Jun 16, 2025
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Updated: Jul 29

a man no one loved

“A Man No One Loved”


I once knew a man

who had not one fan.

So unloved


His cold heart was filled

with such sorrow and hate.

What a state.


Such pain

and distain

was his domain.


I see all he retains

Why he remains in chains.

Trained by his pains

he is drained.

When near

he delivers fear

often interferes.


Others are smothered

for he has no brothers

no friends, no children, no sisters

only blisters.


No one wants him

No one cares

They are unaware 

of his sad affairs.


No one will stop by

to say a prayer

or relieve his despair

It’s so unfair


Despite what he’s done

he is someone’s son.

He deserves to be unspun

Yet he’s only shunned.




Inner Struggle, Breaking Free, (pp.71-72) 

About this Poem


As a healthcare provider with over 25 years of experience, I wrote this poem to reflect on my interactions with a particular individual who exhibited signs of deep emotional trauma and social isolation. Although this person was reluctant to share his past, his behavior towards staff members, including myself, revealed much about his struggles.


Being an empath, I could sense his pain and recognized that he was consumed by his hardships. He lacked support from friends and family and had been socially isolated for months, confined to a bed with only brief interactions with staff.


I felt a profound sense of empathy for him as I contemplated his struggles, which led to heartfelt reflections during my meditation at the end of the day. The words of this poem flowed from my heart as if they were spilling out of me.

 
 
 

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