steve a. manolis poet

Vanished Cries

 

 

We are vanished cries

nothing in the face of darkness

no one enters alone no one leaves without.

 

We are the scream that echoes

unheard through the universal mind

unknown to nothing knowing

unhealed babies suckling alone.

 

We are children lost in the wilderness

the sun settles and the night blinds our vision

our hands reach out into emptiness

we touch the corners that bleed life.

 

We are cavities decayed and vessels broken

we hold no future and carry a forgotten past

we try to transcend but the walls grow higher

we flame out like magnesium, fires dying and embers cold.