Moan Poem by Sarah Green

There are many things that can destroy and make beautiful but there are people that want to stop this they are the ones that call to our souls.
Our soul listens to the deep moan of their call, and directs us towards it.
It pulls us into the very long walk that our friends and family had to walk alone just like we are walking it for the reason of curiosity.
The moans get deeper as we get closer and we see there is a line that stretches across the horizon as far as the eye can see.
We can see friends standing beside us in a haze just as we are they know we are there but they want to find out what calls to them more than they want to turn to us and talk.
There is no difference in what we want then their wants the thing we want most is to hear most is the quiet murmur of the ones we love the most.
This could never happen because the closer we get the more drawn we are to the murmur of the moan.
It gets clearer as we get closer and it closer to it and we can feel the terror in our hearts as we near the fortress of the moan