The Arrivals

Andy Beak

Broken and hopeless they come
ragged of skin and broken of bone
a mass of twisted nerves
they sit and wait for deliverance
never believing it can come
no longer able to run they wait
blind to beauty and muted by fear
their darkest dreams always come true

shallow graves lie out in forest
dug in haste for bodies still warm
cold earth hot blood
cold truth hot anger
spills out in voiceless screams
held inside they dare never to speak
their darkest dreams always come true

shivering despite the warmth
of golden sun they refuse to see
a hunger grows inside
puts life and sanity aside
those failed warriors of the soul
can dream no darker dream

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Published by Andy Beak

Andy lives in Cape Town and is a professional computer programmer specializing in n-tier web applications. His clients include large banks, small businesses, and schools. He holds a degree with distinc...  View profile

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