The Soul

Thoughts cascade into  emptiness,

Birthing light and dark,

Right and wrong, weak and strong,

Baring all with its bark!

 

Agony, shame, joy and fame,

All shared on a path alone and dark,

Knowing no future, contemplates every plan,

Sitting and waiting on a plain so grand,

All in a soul called man!

 

Emotions rage with joyful outburst,

Leaving with a melancholic curse.

Hiding from a sin that is shame,

Yet having no one to blame.

 

This soul, it cannot explain

But to dream, yet cannot claim,

To touch, to see, to taste, to hear,

Never fainting with all to care.

 

Knowing a brightness clear

Unable to define this

Lowered to a darkness

Hoping for united bliss!

Where?

(c)2014~Vearna.