What happens when the sun seems
to rise and set on you, you wake up yawning
and go to bed weary, its the vacuum in your inner
being.......
what happens when all that convention calls fair
happens to other people, except you, true, its the
deeper yearning to match the best, but again its
our inner void that keeps us pacing.....
what happens to life when all that is hopeless is your
daily dish, we mourn, and be mourn our fate, but thats what life is about,
we aportion blame in equal measure and refuse wise counsel in the
same weight....but thats our daily toll
without, believe, vision and God, that truly is what i call apoor soul and indeed asoul in need........
samuel moses okello
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-makings-of-apoor-soul/
