Silence, Silent but Never Silence - Sympathy Poems

Many said I camouflaged it well
Only after discovering
my silent suffering
Silent but never silenced enough
The silent suffering I endured
Alone, leaving what appeared
Silent to be well known within me
Silent and hidden
Silent but not silent enough
The pain exists deep down within me
Silent, never silent I think not
A heart that weeps
Silently weeping in the dark
Hoping no one sees me
Silent, Never
Stomped on, used as a sponge, broken, tugged on, and jerked at
A heart, I do have
And treated as if I have none
A heart that’s far beyond repair
Silent, this is the hearts only way
To cry out
Silent, I think not
Silent, they said I camouflaged it well
My suffering well hidden but
Silent never,
It cries out
Help
But no one seems to hear or see
Only the ones that some how saw
The silent suffering
Silent but never within me
Silent, can’t you see
This is my heart speaking
Help me
Silent, never silence
Silent, I’m suffering
(by Kimberly V. Dunn)

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A Suicide’s Lament - Sympathy Poems

Silence is the enemy,
and at once, my greatest friend.
But when is all this silence,
and my fear to end?

My struggles have been long and hard,
at times, a frantic flight
From the dangers in the darkness,
seeking light.

How does it remain so hard
to reach the point of knowing?
How can this stagnation end,
and my soul rekindle growing?

I know that I am weary, for I feel my loss of light.
That lets the shadows strengthen in my ever ebon night.
The power of my soul to climb above such mortal care
Is fading, taking with it the life within my air.

So, I breathe deep, with passion, savoring the power
That does remain, while I await Death’s appointed hour.
Now comes the dagger, sharp and sleek, quickly from the mist,
And I, from sheer frustration, raise an angry fist.

As onward flies the dagger, toward my heart of stone,
I know my final words will fall in silence, all alone.
And I feel peace, and freedom, as the blade doth come to rest.
Without pain, I shudder, as I spend my final breath.

Too late, I see
that God has dwelt inside of me,
And I, in sin,
launched the blade that now rests in
His heart.
(by Ronald Hatton)

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Sympathy Quotes

A heart at leisure from itself, To soothe and sympathise.
-Anna Letitia Waring

A sympathetic heart is like a spring of pure water bursting forth from the mountain side.
-Anonymous

But whoso hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
-Bible

But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is for our sympathies, for the manner in which we regard it, and for the tone in which we discuss it. What shall we say, then, with regard to it? On which side shall we stand?
-John Bright

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
-George Gordon Noel Byron

Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
-Charles Dickens

Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.
-Thomas Carlyle

Pity and need Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
-Edwin Arnold

Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.
-Amos Bronson Alcott

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
-William Cowper

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