In this world so full of despair,
People do not have the time to stand and stare,
Stare as far as the garden of heaven dies
At the feet of the devil itself.
With the time running so fast in pace
People do not have the time to face
Face those little challenges ahead
Waiting for so long to be heard and dread
They do not have the time
To listen to the little cries
As all they want to do
Is run after the bigger prize.
Not knowing where the paths lead them
To knock the door of hell or into the garden of eden.
And as they reach towards their goal
They find something more attractive, new and bold
And again they rush into the craze
Reaching without any time to waste
Oh but their greed
Will it ever end
End for the better
And let the man amend
Amend to care
Amend to love
Amend to give hope
To those who deserve
From that day on
The man will be changed
And so this scattered life
Will once again rearrange.
YOU ARE READING
In The Depths of The Soul
PoetryThese are the words from the remnants of my soul after a long and hard fought yet unconquered battle with self
