Miserable People
the miserable people hug themselves
during the cold night
when the rain seems not to stop falling
their silence warm themselves
their dreams converge
their loneliness together forms
a blanket of comfort
amidst this confusing darkness
with hands clasped they start their prayers
for those who did not survive
the loneliness and length of the chant
those unheard of
and those who left for good into a destination
unknown
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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