Soul-Sick

[Dark Muse]

Soul-Sick

Too many lives
left behind
to be brought to this point
upon the trail of dust and bones;
death in the wake,
but only a death of the body,
yet what becomes of the soul
when the world makes it feel
insignificant

With so many changes
born witness,
so much pain and sorrow,
and yet when one no longer belongs
what is to be done

There must still be a calling
to lure the soul back into body
but this currant state of being
so miniscule compared to
what had once been

A longing for a place
that can never be returned to,
a world that was worth so much more,
such things praised today
eat away at the soul
that still remembers

Remembers a time of meaning
those who exalt the shallow glories
of today are those who forgot
or never knew the power that once
sung true

When every rock and river was sacred
the trees wise teachers
when man knew how to be grateful
for a life that was not by birth-right due
but earned in every act

How could any soul
that once remembered these bygone
days of yesteryear
truly be content
in a world
where all meaning is forgotten.

[blazeofglory]

This poem is full of words of wisdom and proceeds further unrolling something that accounts for the growth of life and the circumstances that support or inhibit the growth.

I am really moved by your words speaking of some truths like rocks and other earthy things deeming them sacred. Yes they are sacred and holy and man can become holy if he takes everything around him sacredly.

Niggardliness is what pushes us behind in civilization and the idea of altruism lays stepping stones for us to go ahead.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you for your insightful comments.

[qimissung]

"where every rock and river was sacred"~words of wisdom, Dark Muse.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you