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
