Gray World

Night beckons the restless spirits
Lost in time so long ago that the
Journey’s gone from eyes long blinded,
Though their feet still walk the path.

Weary walking come the dead
Toward the vacillating light that
Guides us forward ever on toward
Life’s demise through winter chill.

Search the faces, finding shattered
Visions of life gone badly wrong--
Though among us all they move,
Dead so long and always since.

Among these fallen travelers
Lost along forgotten roads comes a
Child born to naught but sorrow,
Nightmares marching in the flesh.

Gaze upon the babe too young
To bear so much and still survive,
Yet live it does through forces great
In need of toys for their delight.

Live to suffer, endless times
The mantra once again repeats
Until all comfort fades away
Before these words filling the world.

Destruction but a dream recalled
In face of landscapes painted red
And blue by blood and spilling tears
Trapped inside a broken mind.

Think you to save this useless child
For whom you’ve searched so long
And hard?  Then read the soul, explain
How not the hour is far too late.

Found but to be left again along these
Lonely roads traversed, lifetimes
Passing with the ghosts ‘til even
The lost ones pass away.

Dead but breathing, walk unseen
Until a stricken heart shall cease
To beat within the empty cold:
The grey of Nowhere’s dying light.

Ever forward carry on,
Awaiting warmth that never comes--
Safety drifting far beyond
The reach of desperate grasp.