|
GRAVE SOUL
Here I stand by the grave,
Alone cold unseen by all,
Yet I am still here,
Tormented by my own past.
Anguish from the cruel world,
Left motionless without reason,
All you have to do is call my name,
Call and I will come to you this day.
Why then lord do I not hear,
Have you forsaken me to this world?
Am I not man you’re creation,
Tell me is this my embarkation.
To stand cold watching lost souls,
To point them unto you,
Thus this is this must be,
Please here me lord for I am alone,
Take me lord into your home.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
Vote for this poem
GRAVE SOUL
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
| |
|