Stolen Life

by C. Nastu

Lost in pleasure
with thoughtless minds
eyes reflecting the moon.
As time passes on
the future responds,
will the first cry be unheard?

Wandering times
come to a halt,
responsibility an obstacle.
Pressured minds,
s no one at fault?
will the first cry be unheard?

The deleted body
falls back into space,
never to feel it's awakening.
Flowing waters,
surround life's waste,
the first cry...unheard