Lost Soul Poem by Barry Middleton

I found my dreaming soul
I left it in a childhood place
as cold as memory
and dark and lost bereft of grace

I must have placed it there
quite hidden in a grove of trees
a grieving sacrifice
to drift upon an evening breeze

I did return in rhyme
to mend capricious carelessness
and I have searched the path
to ease my soulful restlessness

but I yet learned my heart
was filled with anger and regret
I hide beneath a wall
and write of all that's hidden yet