Voices Cry Out
By Cathy Roberts
Voices cry out from graveyards,
demanding recognition for their souls
and remembrance of what they once were.
The voice of a child, laughing in delight
at the bright birthday balloon.
Screaming in pain, screaming in death.
A child’s voice, crying for someone to
mourn the life that wasn’t
and to revel in the life that was.
The voice of a teenager, everything to live for
and nothing to die for
Shot down on a faraway battlefield, away from family
and deserted by God.
A soldier’s voice, asking for answers to the question “why”
and begging for a little respect for his
unintentional sacrifice.
The voice of a young lover, spurned for no reason
All the love wasted.
A voice that echoes a shattered heart
a despairing mind, an empty soul.
A lover’s voice, calling for someone to
mourn the loss of love and to remember...
The voice of a man, bent and gray with age.
Full of wisdom, yet no one listens.
An old man’s voice, pleading for someone to
mourn the loss of experience and appreciate
what was given in younger days.
Voices cry out from graveyards
asking only to not be forgotten
like so many other things careless cast away.