The Wounded Spirit

Mental agony in distress reaches to fancy aught, haunted into the corner of dreadful thought. The gazing soul dwells in ending conclusion, shadows in eternities confusion. Split tongues by demons of lies caused the wound, conscience membrane of sinful sound. Dark creatures reveal the art to dispense, taking a poor perception to every sense. At times by force in despair to travel back, treading that railroad pattern track. Toward that metaphoric idyllic ideal plain, where souls can reach that light of the cosmic train. Far above all mountains crisp of still, and endless waters seem to be the eternal fill. Until one sees the loves in clear refrain, love in pure life’s degree is simple plain. The kindred spirit allowing healing, fine tuning the equilibrium of feeling. Pity’s melting heart and honors empty bubble, televised drama and attention seeking trouble. Mother Nature’s unconditioned love without regret, teaching all who thought that tears have paid all debt.