Pleads and Suffrage
Soul afire,
I fly.
To escape
The mourning cry.
Their cries unheard
Through the sky.
I look with pity and remorse.
Yet as I tried
They couldn't be reach.
To soar to them
Is in vain
For all efforts are unheeded.
Their pleads hear,
And only by me.
It goes unhindered
For the hands unreached.
I ask for peace,
But the images go not.
Every word
Every scream.
It clouds my head
With gory details.
All the scenes
I see.
If I could escape
I'll gladly weep.
Since I'm uncured
I suffer the agony of others.
I suffer for them
And myself.
I'll never be free for what I'd done.
To perish forever
In my own mind and soul.
In the world
Of my own doings.