. Poetry from The Great In-Between: A lone voice whispers

Thursday, September 7, 2023

A lone voice whispers


I've seen

The newly indentured 

Stand


Crying 

Like forever


In this endless rain


When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain


In reflective wet

Puddles


Seen hearts

Torn out of cold sides


And laid

By the wayside


As lost souls

Daily

Struggled


Seen Antediluvian Kings

Fall and kneel


Watched cities

Of the wailing


Plead to feel


All this I've seen

And so much more


But amongst these mists


A new seat

In one of our caves


Always awaits 


Its number for the

Newbie


On that door

Is always eight


Covered in a million names


It could carry your name

Like mine


Into oblivion


But if you still feel the compulsion


To do 


What's right 

To walk the good walk


Who knows

We 

The Mytakiia


Might never see you 


On any given night

To stand like 

Those lost


The wailing multitude 

We call the Profane


Crying 

Into 


This endless rain


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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