Song Of The Lost (Poetry)

We are the lost —
the ones who never came home...
Vanished from sight
we dwell in some mystery zone.

Our photos appeared
in the papers for weeks at a time
labelled as missing —
the possible victims of crime.

We are statistics —
our numbers are legion, but none
of our files is still open —
they searched for a while then moved on...

Each trail has grown cold —
it’s unlikely they’ll ever explain
what happened and why
nobody has seen us again.

Abandoned in limbo —
an absence — not dead or alive —
we live in the echoes
where only our shadows survive.