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