Author: Gio

I saw a place crowded with souls
there were skulls and fingers and teeth
I saw a place filled with tragedy 
traces of a tears and blood and sweat.

The smell was still in the air
remaining still undercover 
their pain ripping apart my own soul
through barber wires and chains and ropes.

The place where once carried the horror 
now brings money and questions
why and how could this all have happened?
weren’t they just human beings?
what fault justifies such cruelty?

I saw a place that can never be unseen
I saw souls hanging around the trees
I saw trees carrying those souls with them 

And in me
it now lies
a witness of a horror to never forget.

I sit in a bus with a fixed destination 
I sit in a seat which thousands have tried
I stare outside looking for clues
Where am I? I ask myself.

The music out of my EarPods leads my mind
To the place where no one else enters
I glance at the screen inside the vehicle
Nothing interesting, just distractions.

I look again outside
I hunt hints
I miss loved ones
I think of the future
I fear uncertainties
I drift in my mind.

I remember, at last
There is no ground
No sky and no wind
Which could stop me from moving
Which could kill my motion.

And for that and for more
I’m heading south today
But most frequently
I’m nowhere to be found.