Wasted

Can you hear them call your name
As it whispers through the trees
Do you hear their desperate cries
Will you give in to their pleas

Could you see their shape and form
Very distant, very low
Scarlet, burgundy and crimson
As they drift and sweep and flow

Can you smell the scent they radiate
That drifts upon the breeze
Smell of rust and dirt and hating
That the cold will never freeze

Times unmeasurable to them
It does not stop nor does it pass
All they know is what has happened
As they lie there in the grass

After months on years of hoping
Someone finds them and replies
Soon their voices fade to whispers
No-one there to hear their cries

Now they are beings lost forever
Swathed in doubt, they're wandering souls
Suicidal and irrational
Never reaching for their goals

It's the emptiness that gets them
And their world stops in a flash
Now they're just another number
They are not the first to crash

But their lives again are wasted
As have many been before
Suicidal and irrational
And rotten to their core

So they wander round in circles
On the suicidal plain
Never getting one more chance
Life shall never start again

-- © Katie Delaney