Charles J. Ingerson


Just saw their eyes
vacant somewhere
uncontrollable sighs
unable to share.

Reaching across time
wherein they’ve been
having crossed a line
not remembering when.

A mechanism to cope
finding an inner peace
after having lost hope
maybe sanity’s release.

Their loneliness beckons
drifting into some fog
where no space reckons
as a wilderness’s bog.

Unable to hold their hand
a grapple to find an in
someway to understand
allowing me deep within

Scattered beings of war
missing somehow a part
their mind and spirit tore
leaving a wounded heart.