Long Changed The Sorrows Of Lost Souls Poem by Darrick wiggins

How much does it takes to lose someone;
i count all the memories;
at the last number I realized they
were gone;
in the wind they go;
up to the cloudy, misty entity;
i bow and shout to the ancient
souls at the hidden plateau;
i wonder can I find them,
my lord;
to hear their cries, screams,
and ambiguity;
as I travel through trails and
tribulations, its the enemy I
have to avoid;
by myself being carried by
the omnipotent hand, i.had
reached my destiny.