A Poem by Jazzer

 Another Soul

So many roads traveled,                                                   

      
so many hills climbed,
facing them alone
made for lonely times. 

Dulled days sleepless nights
living in a world that never felt right
looking for a cure to still the mind
as the world slowly passes, left behind.

Seeking refuge in a cold empty church,
sitting in a pew confused and hurt.
What to do where to go, would the lord accept it,
if it ended now?

Living on an island surrounded by souls,
never felt connected, always outside the fold.
Round and round and round it goes,
slammed with torment out of control. 

Seeking answers at the bottom of a bottle,
nothing to be found just pain and trouble.
A ticket to the asylum on the way to prison
broken hearts, family division. 

Lights shining now from those who have gone,
sending living souls to help us along,
Days not so dull now, not as many sleepless nights,
moving forward, trying to make right. 

 God's Peace.  October/20/2020@6pm