Lost Voices Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

LOST VOICES

It unpredictably happens,
Some bad days when out of the blue,
An arrow, the labyrinth spear out of a dark sky,
hits the bullseye,

Random chance of life as if a lightning burns a tree,

But our house on fire, is nothing
safe but the ashes of a
once, beautiful stirrings,
A memory denying anything,

But conferring all momentous of the of heart and the loss.

Let you be the man a, fool
Let you be the woman with a great loss,
And more so the ruin of a house that never let go.

The voices and soft moaningruminating with the moon

How in time will these hollow voices persist?

On an empty planes for lost places,
Never to be found.