Aguish And Pain Poem by dennis Williams

Anguish and pain.
Like a trail of blood.
Have followed my wounded soul.

Dotted and spotted my trail leads on.
To fields uncharted, unknown and new.

Aimless and bruised.
I wait my turn.
Which seems as if forever evades me.

Wane and weak I sit and steer.
And glimpsed my soul a thousand miles away.
Hidden behind cleavages and shrubs
And my hopes began to fade.

The courage needed to go on.
To foster and plunge, to renew.
I summoned but got no respond.

Soaked in self pity.
Blind in disappointment.
My blinkers became myguide.

Dejectedfrom the real game.
I found no joy.
In a world of make believe.

Baptize me, renew me.
Give me rebirth and joy.
Restore me to my former self.
Let glad tidings be my aim.

Like a spring let me roll on.
Spreading and overtaking as I move on.

I love the people that I meet.
Their smile, their joy, their spirit.

Tangle, woven and unshackle.
I find my resting place.
The soil is stained.
It left a trail behind.

Wounded I weaned and mourn.
Settled in and lick my wound.
Weak forgotten and bleeding.
I set my soul and high.

Unshackled, unloved, dejected.
I'm the scorn of it all.

©01
Dennis Williams.