Sunday, May 24, 2015

People come and People go

People come and People go

Their shadows close behind.

While we walk along our paths

We are alone and totally blind.

Never seeing, as we trek,

Other souls eternally, only on their own.

“Can you help me,” people cry

As they try…

To understand the meaning and

The purpose of their lives, of their loves.

Nihilists claim there is but one: none.

This, the darkest shadow of all, wears gloves

Wrapped around the necks of doves.

People come and people go.