Intervention of a lost soul
beauty to behold,
a site to see but how can we?
Threading time,
Many hills,
mountains,
valleys,
streams,
plains
paths to climb.
We see so much in you,
but you don't.
We do so much for you
but you won't,
come.
You are stuck in your own rut.
Misery, depression, anxiety,
spirals out of control.
Lost in space.
The endless abyss
you cannot dismiss.
You pull
You tug
and you say no one cares.
But we are always here
with our hands
with our cares.
Waiting for,
intervention of a lost soul
won't you finally,
come home.
beauty to behold,
a site to see but how can we?
Threading time,
Many hills,
mountains,
valleys,
streams,
plains
paths to climb.
We see so much in you,
but you don't.
We do so much for you
but you won't,
come.
You are stuck in your own rut.
Misery, depression, anxiety,
spirals out of control.
Lost in space.
The endless abyss
you cannot dismiss.
You pull
You tug
and you say no one cares.
But we are always here
with our hands
with our cares.
Waiting for,
intervention of a lost soul
won't you finally,
come home.
Loving this poem!!!
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