Poignant Angst

 

One voice failed to catch the wind —

Its words laid out like carpet…

Yet, the waters of the stream might have washed them away

Beneath stones upon stones…

Hence no ripples could they make

To let the mighty wind stop by its side

If only for awhile;

Oh how that soul lies in anguished wait —

As it bleeds beneath the trampling hoofs of its scorn!

                                                                                    — Marichu