Lost in Thought

 

Lost in Thought

Expressions aghast, still suffering, the unutterable nightmare,

Eyes betwixt, caught in between, firmly fixed, in vacant stare.

Pilgrims standing, in long border ques, weary refugees of war,

Hopelessly, trying to grasp the answers, they are searching for.

Shell shocked women, and children, waiting, lost in thought,

United in speechless silence, their minds, and souls distraught.

In silent reflection, haunting images, held within the empty gaze,

Struggling to comprehend, the malice lurking, within the haze.

Strong memories, of recent acts witnessed; terrible sights seen,

The impacts, of destruction wrought, within wars smoky screen.

Too soon, for them to purge, the terrifying screaming sounds,

Warning, of hypersonic missiles, their onslaughts inbound.

Bearing down on them, caught within, the burden of death,

And terrible bombs, sucking the oxygen, from their breath.

Then the perilous journey, of escape, from their city torn,

Fleeing the devastation, where the sirens, screamed in scorn.

Under heavy fire, down the treacherous corridor, in haste,

Leaving, their shattered homes, now lying, within the waste.

Evading watchful eyes, of the invading force, in fear of death,

Pausing behind rubble piles, and debris, to catch their breath.

Increasing the gap, between the war-torn area, left behind,

Daring not to cross any fields, fearsome they could be mined.

Weary young mothers, cradling hungry babies, in their arms,

As they passed on by, the great expanse, of empty farms.

Amidst anxious evacuees, drifting along, in the despondent tide,

Ever hopeful, that they would be able, to hitch a passing ride.

Pressing on, with badly blistered feet, with rest having to wait,

Driven by urgency, and terrifying thoughts, that wouldn’t abate.

Now patiently waiting in line, slowly advancing, lost in the crowd

Indebted to the help they receive, grateful hearts, humbly bowed

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (April 2022)