Author's Note: As some of you may know, I have already uploaded this poem once before. Well, this is the new version, with some changes. (Mainly, it's just longer and the stanzas are in a different order.) Anyway, this is a poem that I wrote that reminded me of the characters on Higher Ground, or, more precisely, their situation. Please review!
"The Lost"
Forget all you know and all you've seen
They aren't worth a thing here
Where the lost remember the world from which they were thrown
A voice is heard and heads turn
A bright flicker of hope, a soft goodbye
Quiet returns as the world turns its back
Shadows lurk as the cold drops
Forget all you know and all you've felt
They aren't worth a thing here
Where the lost hide beneath sour words so coldly spat
Ignoring the fear as the loneliness sinks in.
Waiting for the world to remember,
The silence so loud it is deafening,
They are hoping to be found
Forget all you know and all you've lived
They aren't worth a thing here
Where solitude scorches like a searing fire
A swig of silence tastes caustic like poison
Cutting through thoughts like glass
Hope dissolves when shadows and silence remain
They long for another life, another chance, another day
Forget all you know and all you've heard
They aren't worth a thing here
Where the lost wait in silence so cold
Forgotten as they fall between the cracks
A tear falls as eyes shift away
They whisper prayers into the darkness
For there is no room for hope throughout the dismay