The Vanished

VANISHED We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness, Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living, The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo, The vanished. Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space, Happening without explanation, the corporal spirit sliding In the temporal rift as if a doorway has opened then closes With sudden forces slamming, The vanished. Running at full sails speed the ghostly ship hanging on the Distant horizons cresting wave, the Bermuda Triangles curious Answer, never revealed, a planes broadcasting its S.O.S. then Nothing except statics silence, the walkers of historical significance, Never heard from again except in dusty monologue’s ancient text, The vanished. Rebukes despised disposed by hatred lies of malice, the forgotten, Yet we touch the living by the night’s lunar light, angers tortured Languishing amidst the flames of hell’s fire, crying out for justice But receiving only torment, silences footsteps heard amongst the The land of the living, The vanished. Sacrifice’s vanished foe, given to the idle gods of the past, Manipulations fallen solider who gave his life for what He believed was a justified cause, the lost soul of the Innocent that does not realize he lies in the kingdom Of the diseased, The vanished. The crumbling ruined city, with its lingering residences, Still haunting the abandon streets and venues of the past, Do to tragedies misguidance, or alliances bomb shelled fortress Torn apart and left to molten ash, these shadows of innocence Remain, behold The vanished. The dead man’s sleep walker, emerging from his cryptic Tomb, suddenly realizing it’s survived the end of the world, But now he’s all alone, in isolations one celled chamber, As the human ash cloud descends upon the last ma On earth falls to his knees and screams out loud, why, Dear God, why The vanished. Listen to the voices carried upon the wind, It is the vanquished seeking answers without Replies response, the weeping victims of time Bang against our shutters windows, and knock At the front doors of our souls, they will not Be ignored, Those vanished. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN