© 2016 Jerry Fielden and Charlotte
In the rubble of memories long past
errant souls search blindly for themselves
in the compound of discarded shadows
leaving with what she has found
and not with what she had lost.
And where they mingle to commiserate
They find no relief from the pain
of faded and tattered remembering.
There is one brave soul who enters to put
pain, fear, to rest in past where they belong
and find immediate solace