Poem: Save Yourself

And said the one whose voice was lost

Go save them all – go, save the most

Of undergone and souls that lone

In wander locked behind the wall.

I lowered head and asked the voice

How could I hear the sound of yours?

And who, you tell me, it belongs?

‘To Southern winds,’ was its response.

And said again that distant voice

Go save yourself - go, save the most

Like rain saves earth

Like rivers – life

Like touch of hearts of two beloved.

Be word of hope to give someone

To those who stand completely lone

Right in the doorway

Of the gone:

Be humble, fearless – be the one!

And quiet was then - that voice to me

No Southern wind, I could then see

Not even plea,

I could not ask:

All had been said – all said at once

And so I went to save them all

To save the most of what was gone

For every piece

I reached and fought

I held and lulled for every child.

But stupid me, I lost the sight

And I myself then turned in night.

The voice came echo in my head

You had to save

Yourself ahead.