Poetry For The Soul |
EPITAPH OF MY SOUL! IT'S NOT ENOUGH FOR ME ANYMORE, WORK, FRIENDS, AND THE LIKE; WHEN THE EVENING IS DONE, AND THE LIGHTS ARE OUT, I GO HOME EMPTY EACH NIGHT. SPENT YEARS HELPING OTHERS, MY LIFE'S CALL I THOUGHT, DOING THE RIGHT THING A LOT; BUT IN ALL MY DOING, AND ALL MY GIVING, IT WAS AN EMPTY HEART THAT I GOT! BARRENNESS CHIDES, DEEP WITHIN MY SOUL, NO MATTER THE SMILE ON MY FACE; THE WINDS OF LONLINESS, MAKE COLD MY BEING, MY HOUSE IS BUT AN EMPTY SPACE. THIS DEATH I FEEL, IT IS MY LOT, TO CARRY FOR TIME AND AGAIN; THE STRENGTH TO FIGHT IT, I POSSESS NOT, BUT STAND AND BURN IN ITS' FLAME. RESCUE ME, RESCUE ME, BEFORE ITS' TOO LATE REDEEM ME AND SET ME FREE; DELIVER MY SOUL, FROM THIS HELLISH FATE, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL SEE! NO CRYING, OR TEARS ON MY PILLOW AT NIGHT, NO MORE GRAY, NO MORE DREARY DAYS; NO HEAD HUNG DOWN, NO SHAME, NO FROWN, BUT A WOMANS' HAPPY HEART DISPLAYED. REFLECTING BRIGHT AND SHINING AFAR, THE COLORS OF LOVE IN HER SOUL; MAKING WHAT WAS A DULL SENSELESS LIFE, EXUDING LIKE A BRIGHT POT OF GOLD. MIRRORING THE IMAGE OF A WONDERFUL DAY, A VISION UNFOLDING I SEE; ONE THAT'S NOT CLEAR, OR PERFECT, YET TRUE, IT IS AN EPITAPH OF ME! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ |