DEEP DARK SOUL POET (09/1965 / Australia)
I’m so lost in this world full of darkness
With my arms reluctantly outstretched wide
The only thing I find is emptiness
Isolated and left alone, no reason to try
The only thing left is to sit and cry.
Slowly inching forward, nothing in tune
Bumping into hardships and misfortune.
Stitching together tiny torn pieces of will
Life is nothing but a trek uphill
Dreaming about the happy moments in life
Is a fantasy just for my shivering mind to please
Happiness seems to be a corner in a circular room
As I plunge into the pool of misery and gloom.
Taken aback with the speed at which things move around
Life falls apart repeatedly without a sound
Pushing the rebels of mishaps and regrets out of the way
Nothing seems to work as the darkness is here to stay.
Will it stop or does it never seize?
Constantly ripped apart by the axe of the punisher
The body and soul lapsed in perpetual time
It needs nothing but a moment I find
With each swing of a pendulum and tick of the clock.
The world stays dark and there’s nowhere to flock
I stay here in the dark hoping for love, hoping for light.
Life moves on, and there’s only me in this fight.
I find a crack in the clock, a crack in time
A crack in my heart, cracks in my mind
Take me back to when it all started
So I can stop being broken hearted
If I'd really known before what I needed most of all
I would've stayed where my heart was with my soul
I do care for what once used to be mine
Got nothing right now, just blurred reflections
….Of broken time
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