Tuesday, November 23, 2010


Originally uploaded by CyrusMafi
Homeless, cold, starved!
Crossing the deserted night.

A perishing voice echoes...
“Help me make it through the dark!”

Weary and drained,
His tormented soul
already veiled in a sleepless walk!

cold and cracked,
His wounded spirit
already lost in a faceless path!

Yet, his pleading voice
echoes through the frozen breeze …
“Help me make it through the dark!”

Cyrus H. Mafi Copyright 2010”

No comments:

Post a Comment