Red, blue, red, blue, red, blue.
Morse code,
spelling
a hidden message.
An S.O.S.
Save their souls.
Please save their souls.
Silent prayers
from those in the gravel.
The snow falls; serene,
but those in attendance
watch it in a blunder.
A speeding scream
in pursuit to relieve the pain.
The noise represents more than
meets the ear;
shows the turmoil we do not see.
Agonizing; red, blue, red, blue, red, blue.
S.O.S.
Just like that.
They’re gone.
Lost souls take their detours;
their routes to get home.
Never remembering the
silent prayers prayed
on a snowy evening.
Just seeing in their mind’s eye.
Red, blue, red, blue.
Like morse code.
Pleading to save their souls.