Firmly Rooted (Poem)

Gone...that's what it is.

All around me, people are gone.

Off to a better place perhaps, leaving me to stay in the dust

to stay in the darkest depths of society's soul

it's black and pitiful soul

the soul that engulfs us alive and lets no one leave whole

the lucky ones leave before it's too late

oh, they're the lucky ones.

But not I; perhaps not I

My time has not arrived for that

but must I do the leaving?

There are those I wish to accompany me

accompany me off to that better status

if only...if only we could all go together

I feel it all around me

The sentiments of the other fallen, and their cries

I can hear it; it's so saddening the way it all tears them apart

but what to do?

Nothing can be done for them

nor for I

not until their times comes

and mine.

And so we lie in wait

waiting...hoping...

all false pretenses