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