An Ode To My Loves Poem by Samuel Edward Abraham Foster

Through and through the hell that is life,
another day ventured
another day of disappointment.
The everlasting pain, cutting,
like a knife.

The will and generosity of those who care,
thrown around,
for all to share.
Yet they're the ones who end up hurt,
as all their goodness
ends up in dirt.

They can but watch as they are used,
to help others find their soul,
yet in the end they only get absolved,
after being tossed around-
like salad in a bowl.

There are those who still believe,
that there's a simple path to lead,
but in the end they burn away
as, after all, they were led astray.