Cast aside as an old worn shoe,
Lost souls wondering what to do.
Where do they go when memories scream?
And torturous visions haunt their dreams.
Shadows of darkness fail to ease the mind,
Emptiness. Oh how to leave destruction behind.
Thoughts entwine, a spider web of burning rage,
Twisting, turning, a spiral moment trapped in a cage.
An upward climb but it cannot be achieved,
And as the tears flow, ancient ghosts try to deceive.
Heartbreaking moans they speak, a heart never more free,
Transparent, slowly fading, never again a life to lead.
© Cynthia Clark