Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Lost Souls

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Lost Souls

Wandering without direction
Faces drawn in thin lines
Gaunt shallow undefined
Echoes of emotion
Hollow

They stand where people used to be
They take our places in line
They walk in our paces
Unseeing eyes
Blind

Who are these lost souls? 
Were they ever alive? 

Did they speak in our voices?
Were we of the same tribe? 

Pray for the lost
Pray we will find
Meaning purpose devotion
Give us back our lives
 



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