What We Can Do Is Only Pray

things get complicated like
strangled hair. The comb does
nothing to straighten what
used to be smooth and shining.
we get lost in paths. we sometimes
do not know where is the point
of turning and returning. we just
go, anywhere, to any place
where our feet take us. Without
the mind. we still think of our
souls. we move on. things get
so complicated. sometimes
we do not think like sane
people on the mall, drinking
beer and eating hamburger.

i stop walking for a while.
i am silent and still. what i can
do, at this moment, is only
to pray for you. May God bless
all lost souls. May God find
them. We are waiting.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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