vibrations underneath
of the cries of souls buried deep.
i wish i could go to them,
to answer their pleas.
so much is wrong
with what i see
so much bad energy.
i cannot escape, i cannot run.
the hem of my dress is nailed
down tight to wood.
helpless as helpless gets,
i watch as the painted faces
of children melt like
candle wax
after the flame has long been
blown out.