HAUNTED, UNDAUNTED... (MY NEW POEM ABOUT UKRAINE...)

 Haunted, Undaunted…

The stare.

By the loss of a home, haunted.

The few belongings hurriedly gathered

And clutched.

Undaunted.

Like automatons. 

Following the crowd,

Involuntarily.

Uncertain lives, once lived with a degree

Of regularity,

Now torn asunder by a cruel war’s carnage

And its woeful

Inevitability…

The glare.

By the loss of a relative, haunted.

The few memories hastily garnered

And clutched.

Undaunted.

Like apparitions.

Going with the horde,

Unwillingly.

Shattered lives, once lived with a semblance

Of clarity,

Now ripped apart by an invader’s ravages

And a pitiful

Unpredictability…    

Pete Ray

11th March 2022

Ukrainian refugees.

Just how I feel…