Miserable People Poem by RIC BASTASA

the miserable people hug themselves
during the cold night
when the rain seems not to stop falling

their silence warm themselves
their dreams converge
their loneliness together forms
a blanket of comfort
amidst this confusing darkness

with hands clasped they start their prayers
for those who did not survive
the loneliness and length of the chant
those unheard of
and those who left for good into a destination
unknown