Mirrors Of Forgotten Souls Poem by Andrew Degen

Through my darkened eyes
I see those
who are given
no thoughts
no signs
of their existence
as they walk this forgotten earth
like a wasteland
death brings upon their necks
stalking what might be left
waiting for its turn
to begin anew
as one might think different
as a flower waits to bloom
petals of the night sky
float down upon it
glowing as one calls a star
as I look before me
I see their faces
as they see mine