Juli Freda Poet Free verse

Tired Souls

Crawling through the dust, memories
   and blood, the search continues
   for days and years.

Darkness slips around, growling
   with thunder, threatening
   the search for tonight.

Frustration mounts as droplets
   fall, tears for those whose
   souls are already flying.

Ivory, enamel, slate and glass
   piece by piece, collected,
   formed, prodded, studied

Searching the corners, gathering the
   dust, pushing aside photos,
   books and stories from years gone by.

Floating above, sitting in the 
   way - souls, tired and
   recently dispatched.

Not knowing where to go or
   what to do, they watch
   their own investigation

Crawling through dust, memories
   and blood, the search continues
   for days and years.

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