Where Did They Go?

Deep in the night I stop and stare,

At the stars in the night that fill the air,

I can’t travel to you though I must press on,

For my journey began before the early dawn,

The life that I live in this cruel dark space,

Speaks of the coming years and a quickening pace,

The people I’ve met in the journey here,

Reach out in the night with loss and fear,

They clutch at their pillows and toss in their beds,

For all they have now is what’s left of their dead,

The story in their eyes tell me to heed,...