Crying Soul
Many mistakes I make
But act like I don’t care
Now I have to take
It’s my heart I tear.
Many days I walk
Acting fine
Even laugh and talk
Yet inside I burn.
Ever had these dreams at night?
Making you sleepless!
Because everything in sight
Seem pointless.
My body was crushing
Hopes down to ashes
My spirit gnashing
Tattered and left for the masses.
I count one, two, three
Too many to stop
That’s when I dreed to be free
Even if it’s by a pope!
But rarely go to church
Not even pray
Or maybe haven’t learnt much
Even for a day.
My final cry
Is peace with my soul
And try
To be like Saul.
Copyright © Brian Lusimbo | Year Posted 2020
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