THE HAUNTED BRIDGE

Picture taken by Khaan Vaiphei

Wandering souls left behind,

with none to remember them by,

no one to tell their stories,

till they came back to finish

an incomplete tale of a long time ago.

Everyone called them evil,

all feared,

dreading to pass that bridge

they seem to have made it home;

they meant no harm,

only wanted an ear that would listen,

of how they were sacrificed

to protect their loved ones.

Their stories were tainted with lies,

their families put to shame

for deeds they never did;

they were deceived,

by the corrupted lot;

not knowing the evil laid ahead for them.

Their sacrifice remains in vain,

till they came back to unfold the truth

to be heard one last time,

one that was silenced,

till their souls are put to ease.

The introvert writer © 2022