Journeys

Floating vigorously inside
the shiny tin, lying peacefully
the old man bellows, the feeble
souls seek sanctuary after the
demonic laughter, timid tongues
speak up, the fumes of fury bubble

tainted by the journey, we hear
the beaches calling, they free the
prisoners, individuals we
are now once again, we roam with no heart, wounded by the experience we soldier on, we lay to rest but there we stay never to be seen again