The Lost
Those we lost to the night,
Gone before the sunrise,
Summoned by the unseen,
Taken to the beyond.
Those who have lost to time,
Worn down by its passage,
Sometimes sit on the porch, basking in the daylight.
Time stops for them as they journey to the beyond.
Those we have lost to conflict,
The warmonger’s toolbox is filled with devices and schemes.
Conflicting emotions surge within us;
There’s a falling away,
An evil that stubbornly persists.
Those we have lost to brutality,
Carried away by insurgency,
A matter of urgency;
Though some returned,
They were haunted by torturous trauma.
Those we have lost to rebellion,
Who journeyed into the meadow of darkness,
Sailed into the heart of a turbulent sea,
Cloaked by the desert of time.
August 9, 2025.
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