Never walking aimfully, purposefully
Through the shadows
Of a darker age;
Never gazing,
Eyes filled
With visions of splendor,
At the endless midnight sky;
Never walking hand in hand
With love
Or exchanging blows
With hate;
Never exploring
The cavernous regions
Of the soul,
or finding wisdom
In the emptiness
Of the mind;
This is the life of
The lost soul man.
Never reaching
His true destiny
Or finding his purpose
In the world;
Never losing touch
With reality
In attempt to gain
A higher consciousness;
Always believing what he's told
Simply because he's told
That's the way
It should be;
Never becoming one
With the spirits surrounding him
Because his own
Is chained;
This is the fate
Of the lost soul man.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
