A Place To Rest My Soul Poem by Little King of Sorrows

A Place To Rest My Soul



Life for me was hollow,

Color's were just a shade,

The days just ran together,

Dreams they slowly fade.



Every waking moment,

getting harder than the last,

Hopes about the future,

tarred and feathered by the past.



Smiles a force of habit,

As pure as man-made snow,

Real enough to see it,

But fake enough to know.



My actions like a zombie,

thoughtless instinct to the core,

no rhyme or reason for it,

my life was just a bore.



Then an unexpected beacon,

Happened to come within my sight,

After months of colorless nothing,

My eyes adjust to light.



A spark to light this candle,

that burned out long ago,

Some fuel to feed my engine,

A jump start to my soul.



A little faith in fairy tales,

has come back to me tonight,

I want this to be it now,

I believe in love at first sight.



I await a second meeting,

for the first was short but sweet,

but in the span of being strangers,

she swept me off my feet.



I know not what becomes us,

but for now it gives me hope,

For now it stops the bleeding,

It loosens up this rope.



But just that much has brightened.

A dark and lonely town,

A spot to rest my feet on,

when i was just about to drown.



© 2-4-2009 L.K.Sorrows

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A myspace treasure I found on my page I wrote in 2009.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sj Holland 03 June 2013

My fav lines are: Hopes about the future, tarred and feathered by the past.... Smiles a force of habit, As pure as man-made snow, .... Excellent descriptions.

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Patricia Grantham 01 June 2013

Where there is life there is always hope. We may fall in a deep dark tunnel sometimes but we lift ourselves up when we see a light at the end of the tunnel. A thoughtful write.

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..... W@king Up..... 27 April 2013

A beautiful poem :) it looks as if you are a person that has found that light at the end of the tunnel. Love this, great write :) -W

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