
Lost Souls
Only the sea could match the anger Only wind could howl with more clangor Here no one listens and there’s no one to call An unheard scream goes where dead words fall In the furor of crashing waves drowning the agony of woes The significance of their pain wasted on those no one knows Flowers waving in sympathy as they slip to a watery grave Where lost souls are bound and not one person can save Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © In response to Sue Vincent's Weekly Write/Photo
Thanks so much Lisa 🥰
Where there is dark, there is light….somewhere…just have to work for it and find it. Great poem!
Really a great post!!!
Thanks Chuck! 🥰
Fantastic, yet macabre!
It was definitely dark! Sorry ☺️
So sombre and filled with emotion, beautiful writing Christine
Thanks you. It was a little sombre wasn’t it Jude? 😕. I need to lighten up! ☺️
Powerful, moving words.
Thanks Sadje 🥰
You’re welcome 😉
I like the line, “where dead words fall.”
Thanks DQ ! 🥰
A ‘like’ seems almost disrespectful here, Christine. So much sadness…
You’re so sweet. Thank you Sue