Them Poem by Fiona Burgess

They stumble through
The endless days
Images blurring
Into meaningless greys.
Their lives have little meaning
Their souls no dreams to care
Their hearts that know no passion
Their minds no will to dare.
They are the forgotten
The fallen and the foe
They came from nowhere
And they have nowhere to go.
They bring with them the darkness
A slur on every path not taken
Hiding in the shadows
Demons that have yet to awaken.
They are eternal
Half lives that stalk the roads
They teach us fear, waiting
Watching, forsaken toads.