Every Soul
Does Matter
......................
In silent night
I sit and write
I type the words
in the dark - not light
For the
shadows stand
and watch over me
Place their hands
on my shoulders
in the silence
see?
Whispering words
of sweet regret
and time stands still
as I recollect
the past that haunts
my very soul
My mind is weary
and I feel very old
Whispering words
into my ear
'Put down put down
what you hear.'
Incessantly they
continue on
until my mind
is all but gone
Shadowy forms
either side of me
will never ever
set me free
For they
are the souls
of those
now passed
Reciting from
the Netherworld
that my work will last
Telling of a life
beyond the veil
of the grave
Whispering
words
to me
of the life
that they
once made
on earth
So we will
not forget
that every
soul does matter
whether living
or but dead.
Whether murderer
or victim
they whisper
within my head
that every soul
does matter
whether living
or but dead
Copyright
{c}2010
Wayne Leon Learmond
Every Soul Does Matter
All Rights Reserved
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