Searching the barren roads for one lost soul--what is found? |
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. |