A Bewildered Soul: A Call From The Deep Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

I arise this morning confused, bothered by a call from the deep
I remembered nothing but my soul was troubled by the night before
A dream that ripped through my soul; but, it was lost in the morning
While the bewilderment lingered in my soul
I wondered about
Nothing, everything and the more I wondered
The more my soul was bewildered by a dream
Sleep had given up its power to this bewilderment
I had dew all over my face
Perplexed by the call from the deep
Yet, I remembered it not
So, I cried
My soul was puzzled; yet I remember it not
Where hart thou
O my soul
Why hart though troubled by this dream
That though can't recall
Why hast though in this state of confusion
Because a call from the deep

I arise this morning confused, bothered by a call from the deep
I remembered nothing but my soul was troubled by the night before
A dream that ripped through my soul; but, it was lost in the morning
While the bewilderment lingered in my soul
I wondered about
Nothing, everything and the more I wondered
The more my soul was bewildered by a dream
I crept into consciousness as
Though it were a train traveling downhill with brake
My soul had me wondering about nothing
Because it had got a call from the deep
I could not understand this vagueness of the thing
It was like a man had crept into my room
With a thunderous sound during my slumber
I awoke confused because the call from the deep
Lost in vagueness that I can't recall
But I was bothered by the call from the deep

I arise this morning confused, bothered by a call from the deep
I remembered nothing but my soul was troubled by the night before
A dream that ripped through my soul; but, it was lost in the morning
While the bewilderment lingered in my soul
I wondered about
Nothing, everything and the more I wondered
The more my soul was bewildered by a dream
I sat on the edge of consciousness
Wondering what is this thing that bothers me so much
Yet, I can't recall this call from the deep
It was bewildering without a cause
My soul had lost is path
So, it had come back to tease me in these powerful years in adulthood
I was in wonder-mode
Searching for answers but
Nothing was forthcoming
Was it nothing that had bothered my soul?
It was nothing,
No, it is something in the presence of nothing
Searching for this thing in my physical space that I abode
Yet, I recall nothing
Still I was bothered by the call from the deep

I arise this morning confused, bothered by a call from the deep
I remembered nothing but my soul was troubled by the night before
A dream that ripped through my soul; but, it was lost in the morning
While the bewilderment lingered in my soul
I wondered about
Nothing, everything and the more I wondered
The more my soul was bewildered by this dream
A call from the deep
That I remembered not;
Yet my soul was bewildered by the call from the deep
Lost in consciousness
But I'm still bothered by the call from the deep
That ripped through my soul in mystique


By Paul Andrew Bourne,2017