Pococurrante
Podzolic life, soulless, wandering aimlessly across the vast Earth,
Seeking comfort in any form.
Rest, ease, evades, love evades.
Physical pleasures sought down every avenue traveled.
No beautry can please your careless spirit.
Wretched, wretched, misery blossoms upon my being, mercy evades.
Wonder at the smiling faces, met on my journey. What magic possesses the alien?
Kyrie eleison...
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment