I could still hear
the voices deep within,
they sounded like echoes
those that never make sense
my wandering mind is lost.
I could still feel
the very pulse beneath,
their breaths raw and edgy
hoping to be understood
in this crazy world.
I could still see
her ever radiant face,
even in her sorrow
beauty shines her light
through her eager soul.
I could still imagine
the horrors through here,
these desolate thoughts
were once fruitful
but now they lay in ruins
bring them back they plead.
I could still be
the voice they needed,
that and more
I still could be.
© Adiela Michael Osiah