Numbers (poems)

When your life is nothing but just a number
A number that can be added and subtracted
Or even a number that one can quietly erase

When you mother's touch can no longer be felt
Yet it's deemed as nothing important
With only a condolence on text
But her number is silently forgotten

When your father's warm smile can no longer be seen
And his number is forgotten after a week
While you struggle to recover
Then his number is used to attack

When your siblings' lives have been reduced to a number
A casualty from a silent war
As their numbers are even denied

When your lover no longer accompanies you
Their sweet and comforting words can no longer be heard
Yet their life is nothing,
It's nothing but just a number in front of this play

Your children's naughty pranks,
Their lively laughter will no longer fill the hallway of your house
And their pictures will only yellowed in time
But their lives are just numbers
Numbers that are refused to be seen
To maintain this ridiculous play

Sympathy, empathy, unworthy
Lives that are lost,
they are merely numbers,
to be thrown around when being proud,
but swept under the rug when attacking.

When your life is just a number
Nothing worth inside their eyes
To whom are you supposed to beg?