Dead Places

Dead places,
hidden among the rain soaked fields,
call out
like long lost friends,
searching for days gone by
and empty roads
never traveled.

Grand plans,
big ideas,
so much lost on the way,
in this desolate wilderness
called home.

It scares them to know
someone sees through their masks,
their charades,
they grow uneasy
when they see themselves
through the eyes of another,
tossing and turning,
generating huge ocean waves
among the tranquil seas.

Fools,
playing foolish games
with deadly consequences,
children lost in chaos
and hopeless jungle forests;

dead places
know.
.
.