“Next World”

~ Esther Mitchell, 2012~

Crying into the void,

Mute to the world,

Invisible to all eyes,

Until existence is in question.

Words, unspoken, unread,

A life left broken,

Hurts and joys alike left unsaid,

Until hope itself lies battered, wasted.

A life seen only in service,

An existence judged on others’ demands,

No compassion, no honor, no assistance,

Nothing given, only taken, leaving a shell.

Support is an illusion,

Left to crumble, brick by brick,

Until the House of Hope lies in ruin,

And on to the next world a battered soul’s crept.

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