Lost Ones (Final Version)

Posted by Terrence Johnson

The worn path

The bridge to nowhere

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

Only to see them continue on

This is what they know

Like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie

They walk with tattered clothing, disheveled appearance

Every step causes pain

Their faces wince and contort

Inching farther from rescue

Is this their fate?

Ask their parents

In other words life donors

Parents who are walking themselves

On a path without their children

Behind the cold steel bars of jail

Lured into the haze of crack houses

Content with choosing more important things

Than their own seeds

Children disposed like trash

Without a care

 Hand prints mark across innocent faces

 Fingerprints linger in hidden places

 Beaten, broken, violated, forgotten

These are the unwanted

Do not judge as they walk by

You do not know their story

They walk not by choice

By necessity

The past is too hard to face