Despairing soul, where art thou?
I have searched round the world for thy shriveled form…
Have I angered thee?
Tell me, melancholy soul, so that I may hear thy whisper,
And follow thy voice into the deepest depths
Thine is the life that you have left behind,
And for thee shall I keep it.
Art thou not the beating of this beast?
Art thou not the blood
That flows through his veins?
My eyes have seen the wonders of this world,
Yet not thy ghostly form.
My heart has felt pains and sufferings,
Yet not your silhouette by its side.
I will hope, and pray, that thee doth not deny
The terms with which I need thee,
To fill the blank spaces amidst my life.
Created: Mar 29, 2010Document Media