I travel the Earth and the astral plains, <br />I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame, <br />Shame for the life bestowed on to me, <br />Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free. <br /> <br />I saw the horse prints in the sand, <br />I was stuck in travel of no man’s land, <br />The sand was hot and the sun was high, <br />I had to keep going but wanted to die. <br /> <br />The minutes turned to deathly hours, <br />Shallowly Cactus’ no sign of flowers, <br />Every grain of sand seemed my encumber, <br />No sign of rain no sounds of thunder. <br /> <br />I travel for days in search of a vision, <br />My soul it carries many incisions, <br />Incisions of darkness, incisions of light, <br />I’m a tortured soul that welcomes the night. <br /> <br />I try to reach many but only a few will hear, <br />The sound of my voice or my footsteps near, <br />I travel in the shadows of days and nights, <br />I try to step over and cross into the light. <br /> <br /> I am dreary and my energy hardly glows, <br />I’m what you call a lost and wandering soul, <br />Drifting over the hills and across the plains, <br />No one see’s me or knows my name. <br /> <br />© 2011 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry<br /><br />Annalee Hopkins Somerville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wandering-soul-4/
