Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Something different, Now that I am renewed and lifted up on wings of eagles...

Poor sad soul
Thou unfortunate fool,
Lost your way
In life's cold school.

Now there's no
Going home in sunshine
Only the gray to
Hide your soft whine.

Fog your mind
And chill what's left
Of your bloody,
Battered life weft.

May there come
A day you may see
Woven there
The whole you can be.

Until then
March on, head bowed.
Soul tatter'd
Bare, shamed, and cowed.

(written 9/28/08 - a year and a lifetime ago.)


Jason Hughes said...

Reads better than Vogon poetry! :)

(Yes, that was a compliment!)

Cedar said...

(I think)