The boys soul weeps

My soul was out walking in the woods one day

It came across a willow

From inside the dark hallowed willow came a sound

A keening wail, which should have awakened the gods…

Should there be any…..

Deafened my ears,

had I any,

Sliced my heart

had I possessed one….

Instead, the sound reverberated through my soul;

I was compelled to inquiry….

What is this weeping I hear?

A boys voice rang out

Impassioned, with despair

"What is your care of me…why should you ask"?

Intrigued my soul moved closer,

My soul did feel the boy,

recognized the dim shine where he should be

My soul  responded, "because I can, I know how".

"I feel you alone, I can feel your pain, it encompasses my soul with sadness"

He responded, with his soul shining brighter,

 

"I cannot…I have angered, I have hurt,

I have been hurt,

 

my thousand lives weigh my soul,

my knowledge escapes me,

I have dragged my self into a mire of human pestilence and waste,

I have raped hearts and minds,

my soul is dirty".

My soul dimmed, but it would not move away

My soul moved closer,

My soul knew his would drain mine,

his pain so great my joy would be lost

My soul moved closer

I cried out "let me hold you as a mother would hold her crying child".

His soul brightened, mine dimmed…

my soul was dying…

but I had to help the soul of the boy.

 

My soul moved closer

He screamed

"Get away"…I am a thief,

a thief of kindness and goodness,

 

in all my life, in my many lives,

I cared not a wit for others needs…

 

I saw mine,

 

I tried to do good by others,

instead I blocked out the humanity that surrounded me,

 

I sucked them dry, left them to rot…

I thought it was a noble and wonderous thing I did….

I thought I would learn. ".

I learned, I am loves pestilence,

I learned that I avoid

That which I do not want to hear,

I side with the wrong of life because it is easier,

I did not know how much work lay ahead….

Forgive me, forgive me, fogive me"

As his soul shown brighter, mine dimmer,

My soul screamed to his as best it could

"before I am gone,

let me help you,

let me comfort you"

His soul shown brighter,

as my soul died that day

I recognized that voice

I recognized that soul

I awoke screaming from that dream,

my soul still attached to my conscious mind

Reviews

[JRB]

This was really a nice train of thoughts, I enjoyed it thank you,
Jan/Uisiom