Lost Children Poem by Isabella Signa

Lost Children



The children,

Belong to the unknown

They wait, together

Because there`s nowhere to go




They can`t move

Only in their dreams

Too scared to cross the line

They wander solely, side by side




A metal noise and other horrid sounds:

Scraping, ripping

And whispering voices

They hear, all around, and occasionally




Bright lights shine in darkened zones,

Oppressed minds but stronger souls

Hide away in the shadows

Oh how they miss their home




 

But then silence falls

And they realize they are not alone

The tears sting more than skinned knees

And hurt more than broken bones




Struggling,

They get up from the dirt

And the ground who held the brothers

Suddenly begins to stirr




And everywhere they go

They know they`re being watched

The girl asks the boy

If this will ever stop




Granted, Words of comfort or an embrace

Don`t matter, there is no such thing as time

People are waiting on the other side

He reaches for her hand, but he can`t




The path is clouded,

Their vision is blurry

A sign they should probably hurry

And fight




So they tear the fog apart

And pierce through the night

And at the end, only one awakes...

Surrounded by sheets of white

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A less complex piece, sort of a side-experiment on the topic of unconsciousness/ dreams versus consciousness/reality, seen through a more naive and innocent point of view. Deals with other themes that are open up for interpretation.
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