Lost Ones

Posted by Terrence Johnson

The worn path
The bridge to no where
Millions of nameless, aimless children walk
With no end in sight
In a daze
Caused by relentless subjection
To the sun's rays
Walking dead
Comparable to the terminally ill
In need of a transfusion of something
With substance
Ears have become deaf to instruction or guidance
Altered by years of consistent, unproductive noise
Some may call to them
Attempting to save them from the path
However they continue walking
This is the only direction they have ever had
Like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie
They walk with tattered clothing, disheveled appearance
Every step causes pain
Their faces wince and contort
Knowing they are inching farther from rescue
Why is this their fate?
Ask their parents
Or shall I say life donors
Parents who are walking themselves
On a path without their children
Confined by the constraints of jail
Consumed by the lure of a crack houses
Content with choosing more important things
Than their own seeds
Many have disposed of their children like trash
With no concern about being parents
Some have left hand prints across innocent faces
Others have left fingerprints in areas that are hidden
Beaten, broken, violated, forgotten
These are the unwanted
So do not judge as they walk by
You do not know their story
They walk not because they choose
It is due to necessity
Walking because the past is too hard to face