Soulful
He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh
and thought, 'I know it's time to die.
I hope what's there is kind to me,
and now it's time to see...!'
His body laying cold and dead,
his spirit hovered overhead,
and as he floated like a kite,
he searched in vain for light.
The light he'd heard awaited him
just wasn't there, not even dim -
he realised then, with a groan,
'I'm doomed to roam alone.'
written 18th November for Robert's Soul poem
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2021
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