So, out of all things I have read, my personal favorite is The ink stained poet and his poem Reflecting upon the Deprived. I could quote every stanza as a favorite, but if I had to choose one, it would be the last:

The inky figures huddle around a single candle,
The hearts of the reluctantly revived.
The yellow glow illuminates the room,
Reflecting upon the souls of the deprived.