Wandering Souls- For Haiti

[shadowknows69]

My home is nothing but blood and rubble
Streets strewn with madness and sorrow
Wandering souls amid living rabble
Survivors left with doubtful tomorrows

“Where were you from my brother?
Weren’t you from just down the road?
I see Lady Earth has also claimed your daughter
Wish you a companion as you two go?”

“Join me my brother,
Good company we’ll be.
Though our path I can’t yet see.”

“Perhaps to market we should wander?”
Said another soul as she approached.
“My daddy has been that way” said the child
“A lot of folks are there, but no more sellers”

Another group approached and confirmed,
“Yes, only the ones who look through us now
They all seem so sad, in pain and looking
But not for what we are, I think, somehow.”

“Then join us my friends” said the father to the rest
“Perhaps we can find our way together.
Perhaps to the sea”
He looked to a smoky horizon
“There seems to be something tugging at me”

The wandering souls plodded on
Gathering thousands on their way
Some confused, many angry, many accepting
Toward old homes and family they would roam
Finding the same each time it was done

The world was destroyed.
All they ever knew.
But the road was becoming lighter
With every stray man, woman and child
And every trip to things now left behind

The wandering souls walked with heavy hearts
As they realized why their party grew
The ones who looked through them mourned their loss
Not knowing they were with friends
The wandering souls had the easy part.

Many know each other from before
And some will find loved ones waiting on the shore
When they finally reach the peaceful waters
Of a luminous sea at the end of their paths
However long the journey may take
Pray they need to wander it no more.
-S

[shadowknows69]

1. You have any idea how hard it is to write from the point of view of the dead?

Let's put it this way. It's not a fun state of being to inhabit for a poem. Any love out there for this thing some muse has sent me?

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2. One kick and I'll burden you no longer.

The journal's always open and the water is, well lukewarm at best, but there's interesting company in the hot tub.

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3. I lied. One night time kick. For the lost souls of Haiti and the world.