Lost and alone in a black place.
Very soon “the others” will come again.
The sunshine people walk briskly,
never seeing all the dark corners,
where someone evil grows fat and rich
on an invisible child’s silent tears.
Within the black walls of their prison,
they wait, thin bare shoulders shaking,
small hands clenched in quiet anguish,
eyes dark pools filled with age-old fears.
The sunshine people kiss their babies
and wipe the ice-cream from their cheeks.
While the children of the dark world
crouch, waiting in their beating hearts.
Lost and alone in a black place,
Knowing “the others” will come again.
JHG Journal 3/17