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Poetry

What lies on the surface is not always what's happening underneath; it may look calm but the currents are deadly.

Lost Souls

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by chanelb3

by chanelb3

The smallest coffins
Are the heaviest
The smallest coffins
Weigh the most

The parent's shoulders
Are the lowest
Their grief heavy
They hang low

Their small smiles
Are the fake ones
The ones not
Really there

Their live hearts
Are the loudest
Yet it feels
Quite unfair

The young wives
Are the patient
Waiting for him
To come home

All they get though
Is a letter
Of a mishap
With a drone

And a medal
And a big bang
Ceremonious
Goodbyes

All they want though
Is their lover
Right beside them
Right beside them

The families
Who have nothing
Are the ones who
Give the most

And the people
With a small space
Are the ones who
Love to host

Yet they are the
Homeless wanderers
Who wander lost
By choice

The other path
Is a death wish
In a war zone
Can't be a home

Though our world
Helps us survive
It doesn't make sure
That we live

And the children
And the widows
And the families
And the people

They are lost
They are gone
They have drowned
They are done

With the cruel
Cruel
World