The Lost Voice

The Lost Voice

Quietly I hear them call

calling out my name

looking out amongst the dark

I seek for the soul searching for me

No one else hears them

no one else believes me

that there is someone there

in need of my help

in need of my assistance 

Running away from the road

running out away from the path

of safety and protection

I make my own road

my own path out among the dark

the weeds and the lost

Seeking for that quiet voice

that yells to me from afar 

I do not notice the danger

I do not notice my choices

My attention so focused on helping

on rescuing someone besides myself

I don't remember to watch myself

to keep my own soul 

out and above the weeds the dark.

Soon my path is covered

back over with weeds and debri

Soon my way is lost and I too

Yell out for help among the dark

among the lost and the helpless.

© July 30, 2014