That Crying Sound Poem by Phil Soar

The crying sound was far away
It echoed through the cave
Lost in a dark and dangerous place
A soul that we should save
A deep and sorrowful call for help
Resounding off the walls
Repeating itself like echo’s
As constant waterfalls
And when the sound was over
We sighed, and knew the fate
That someone (or something) had passed
There had been no escape
The pain of being helpless
Sank deep within our hearts
Where does the pain of failure end?
And where does hope now start?