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Lost Soul

 

Am I a fool who does not see?

The truth of things, and let it be

Am I so far into the abyss

So blind to that which is bliss?

 

It hurts so much, more than I can say.

I feel so lost, can’t find my way

So many give with all their hearts

Yet it does not fill what is torn apart

 

I pray for those I lost along the way

My anger, because they did not stay

Be it friend or lover, they all the same

It brings me pain, it brings me shame

 

I am told not to make it persist

Forget, it is best they so insist

But try telling this foolish heart

Who seem pain is all it’s got.

 

I live each day and try my best

To still this heart, to past the test

No matter what the test may be

I have lost hope, and fail to agree

 

I am a man but not always conform

I am an idiot in how I perform

I am so lost because of pain

What I do, seems all in vain

 

I know what ails and makes me feel

I know that I should let it heal

I know too well this is not right

But I also know, hope is out of sight

 

Being away from those I love

Deepens the pain I try to hide

If only I had the wings of a dove

All would be within my stride

 

Pathetic fool, this is a fact

Those around me agree to that

But no matter how hard I try

What is within me makes me cry

 

© Vic 2012

 

A second chance

 

Rivers of tears, valleys of despair,

Little to hope for, nothing to share.

Forests of darkness, volcanoes of pain

With no way out, all efforts in vain

 

Wondering with no direction, no goal

 A meager existence, body without soul

Life with a beginning, death without end

Conscience wanting, in every act a trend

 

So was the life of this man, paltry, humane

Felt he had little to offer, much less to gain 

Or was it just hopelessness, a mere fallacy

In believing life was only twisted fantasy

 

When least expected, a soul of pure illumination

Would show him the path away from damnation  

With her unselfish love and strong determination

Would sooth his essence, give him an acceptable allusion

 

Her beauty was not in her form but in her essence

Her purity of heart would come to make the difference

Her love from a depth profound yet gently calming  

Never allowing her past turmoil to be misleading

 

He bathes comfortably in her warm embrace

Lasting kindness and true rampant endurance 

He feels her resolve and need for satisfaction

In his arms she hopes to find a true revelation

 

Her eyes gleam with love and fortitude

Her lips a souse of desired attitude

Arms a haven of comfort and peace

And a heart of gold that will never cease

 

Gone the days of hopeless plunder 

Now only makes him wonder

Gone is the sting of heartfelt pain

And so are the days of living in vane

 

Vic © 07 2013

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