My Tired and Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams

My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones My weathered soul cursed God of this god-forsaken land I could see a gloomy night trying to rear its ugly head Where could in this barren pitiful hot, hot place dare I sleep All here was hard rocks and sand, not a damn good place to bed I thought this damnable fierce land wants this dear life to keep As my worn-out soul begged for water and damn lot of rest So under a scrubby bush I sat down to my diary write Was this a hazardous darken journey, a god given test Then these eyes saw above, bright stars painting the night. With my nightly prayers said, I laid down to dream And this love-struck heart recalled her very beautiful face And how we together were such a great and fine winning team Then massive sadness flew on into my brief joy replace Dawn's breath was blown and my romantic heart finally woke This reborn spirit decided to this abject darkness fight Mused I, this soul-searching journey is indeed no damn joke Surely it was not my responsibility to set things right! Had she not to another man sworn her undying love Promised him to be his new and true beautiful queen Even next, promised to forever love to our God above And swore to forward race over to his daring dark scene. My tired and lost heart soul next this wise advice outward screams. Son, you deserve better than light from her black treacherous beams. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme July 17th, 1973 Note- I was only 19 years old when I composed this one. I thought about doing a major editing job but decided not to. Just let it stand as is, a poem written by a 19 year old kid. God bless..