The Crying Road.... Poem by JOE JOHNSON

It has become very scary
down the road. Walking
without a heading, you
can see the worry in my
eyes. Others run away,
some crawl and most
don't move.

Blinded by the darkness,
I shiver and cry, where are
the angels they spoke of?
Perhaps they are dead or
just watching.

Every step is more painful
than the last but the pain
will not kill you nor blood-
lose. I cannot remain still
because I am drawn by the
call of the lonely wind.

I can hear the moans of others,
their tears have filled up many
rivers and their crys have moved
mountains but in that one second
they disapeared and never seen again,
taken from their feet and sucked into
the abyss.

Would you not cry, would you show
courage in the face of the unknown or
rather play hero and die? Knowing
that no one is in need of your heroics.
I am afraid, not for death but for the
suffering.

Has the fallen come to collect or witness?
There should be light at the end of the
tunnel or rather a reason for all of this.

I guess the anwer lies out of reach,