Touch Of Truth Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

Beautiful blue skies
Take pride in their prime
Watching the sons of the earth
Roaming adventurously in great strides
Giving hope to stray souls lost in the realm
Of dazzling nights
Searching for life’s greatest meaning

How long will it take to uncover the truth beneath the skies?
How far is the truth of touching the skies?
From my minds imaginations

Sometimes I wonder whether I was
Programmed to misunderstand
The significance of my presence

My spirit walks tall
In between these excruciating thorns
I am just a soul
Whose greatest wish is to escape
Pain of any sort

Strangely enough pain was placed in my world
I feel as if it leads my thoughts and intentions

I am just a soul wanting to live forever
Here I am now
But where was I then
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Why is a wish always of concept of the mind
Would I dream less if it were more palpable and sensational?
My dreams got lost in thin air
Vanished in the distance of times best desired to live again!