Two Lonely Souls
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I've felt this way countless times,
So confused and alone with no one to help.
For long hours I sat dejected,
Moping as if in solitary confinement.
I wallowed in the fog of depression,
Unable to see what stood before me.
All my relatives had disappeared,
Some to foreign lands, others dead and buried.
How could I break the spell
That leads towards a happier life?
O Lord what have you done to me?
That’s when I heard the toll of muffled bells,
A soft, happy though repetitive motive.
Happy memories of old melodies surfaced
From the dull corridors of my confused mind.
I dressed and like a zombie drove to the small chapel.
I wondered what I was doing there.
What could I do in an almost empty church?
I sat in an old pew and looked around.
A handful of women sat hunched down.
It was the end of service or whatever it was.
The woman filed out silently.
Except one, a young red-haired woman
Who sat stiff and looking nowhere.
Suddenly she left the chapel and hurried off.
I followed and saw her slip in the pathway.
She felt faint and somehow I got her to ER.
Strange she had no one to take care of her.
Two lonely souls in a smelly hospital.
I took her hand and vowed: I’ll take care of her myself.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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