Lament for the Lost Souls
Standing on the edge of a cliff
I saw beneath me, under the water's surface
A forest of outstretched, pleading hands
Swaying like trees touched by a
Wind that sighs and moans;
An unending chorus of
Countless voices:

    alone...unloved...unwanted...
    cold...so alone...
    help me...

An ocean of lost souls
Slowly dying of loneliness and despair
I want so much to reach out
To bring comfort and understanding
But I don't know where to start
If I touch these hands,
Will they drag me under
--Will I drown?

 
 

© Amber Drake 2024
 

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