Shattered Heart

when the fragments of souls call out to the living

Here lie the bones of all who went
down to the depths, in fathoms sent.
No more to live, their time is spent,
irrelevant, irrelevant.

The whisper of the waves at night
sends out a call into the light.
Against the ether tide they fight,
"Oh, hear our plight! Oh, hear our plight!

"We are the voices of the lost,
among the brine our souls were tossed.
Bring home our limbs at any cost
and weep our loss, and weep our loss.

"Hold up a glass, and raise a toast,
For all your loved one's dreams and boast:
'May God have mercy, kingly host,
Lord, lay this ghost! Lord, lay this ghost!'"

There is no love, too soon departs;
who slumbers, drowns and haunting, starts.
Shipwrecked souls all bear the marks
of shattered hearts, of shattered hearts.

(20 lines)
Written for consideration in

COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST TEMP. CLOSED   (E) A colorful contest that offers more. #1308391 by SHERRI GIBSON

Monotetra form poem (8 syllables)
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