For JackkDaniels: you are an inspiration and a beautiful soul.
Author’s Note: I do not mean this poem to offend anyone's beliefs; it is written from the perspective of a lost and angry soul.
I left it somewhere far away;
Forsaken on that long lost day.
I don’t quite know how or when,
But my heart’s been gone since then.
Not mangled, crushed, cracked or broken,
Nor smothered by one more outspoken.
Yet somehow it’s disappeared,
Fading slowly through the years.
I could not say where it may be,
Nor whether it still belongs to me.
I only hope it’s happy there,
As I send out my forlorn prayer.
“Oh hear me, Lord of the air,
Or really anyone who cares.
I lost myself, so long ago,
So who am I? ‘Cause I don’t know.
“I lost my way, that long lost day,
And fell into my soul’s own grave.
Bloody, bruised, broken, battered,
My pride intact, but all else shattered.
“Yet even then, my heart was whole,
It was still to beat its own death toll.
Yes, in the end it was my fault,
I who caused it to revolt.
“So now I need your helping hand,
Teaching me again to stand.
Showing me the righteous path,
Leading me out of the dark.”
Silent I fall, and turn away;
I fear I’ve gone too far astray.
For even now, my plea sent high,
I cannot bear to see the sky.
Its purity, its radiance,
Its honesty and innocence.
There is no place for me up there,
Up amongst the tainted air.
Tainted with gods’ arrogance,
And polluted by their ignorance.
Oh yes indeed, it’s ‘holey’ up there.
But those aren’t greenhouse gases in the air!
My dark soul laughs, a lonely sound,
Which dying out, falls to the ground;
Wincing away from being found,
Invisible hate: seeping down and down.
Oh I’ve lost myself, my heart, my prayer,
And I still don’t even know where;
But the worst part is that I don’t care,
For it’s the how and why that leave me bare.
