Lullaby in the Deep

A streamer in the wind

subject to those

never meant to be

Stronger only than

my own passions

A creeper clingers to

used to be.

Dusty remnants

of poor souls lost

in places where cries

once echoed

and here 

and now

so solemn

our prayer wafers taste

but they do not feed.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

remembering those lost

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