The Lost Souls Speak , speak loud , to fill this silence Echo through this vacany land Do not expect great clamour or violence Life stands for nothing , and notning is what you must stand Apathy ,with curtains drawn Sedentary ,hopeless waste Only human anaesthesia Taste buds that no longer taste The lost souls flock together Scrounging for the cheapest fix Mindless as children, harmless as feathers Except when they're hungry for kicks Satiated , the game's been played Some unsure of what's been done Torn between the light and shade Between the shadows and the sun Yet when conscience flickers inside their minds Like a candle , it burns out Those who try to rekindle the flame Held back by fear and doubt Who could bear to stand alone? There's no solace in solitude What use is one man on his own? What lesson does it prove? Yet I still pray yet rain will come And a flower will grow among these weeds And that I can say , when my day is done I tried to plant the seeds
Reason for writing:
Inspiration for this poem came from the work of Shakespeare and T S Eliot
Birth sign: Aquarius
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