WITHIN ME...THEY FLY

Vulnerable veins, bleed with need to be known
Signed upon epitaphs, for a place set in stone.
Why deny all the lies left to pass them on by
Empathy,
within me,
assures my soul will cry.

Sky-high they now roam, without need to be known.
Aligned under thunderous clouds are my clones
The dragonfly drones, all alone, left to die
Compassionate cadavers, within me they fly.

For now, those they chose to become the unknown
Hold their own,
High upon,
Sunlit, gilded gold thrones.
And I stare from afar into star-studded skies
Carving my mark with empathetic eyes.

I see all of those,
who most would not choose 
I seethe,
when I witness the ghosts of abuse.
So I asked the question, querying chaos
Why do those that wander get lost?

For many more will wind up here
Forgotten amid the atmosphere
The dragonfly drones, all alone, left to die
Enigmatic insects, within me they fly.

Am I the only,
to question why...
Those that have wandered
Remain lost in our skies.

Carey Milton