Crumbled Soul Poem by David Harris
Crumbled Soul
A crumpled soul
tossed to the wind
is how I feel some days.
Restlessly being tossed
on its currents with no
outstretched hand to grasp
and bring me down.
I drift day and night
with no sight of home
as my lonely heart beats afar
crippled by my conscience
and from horrors I feel I've done
in the winding road of my past.
I may not have killed or maimed anyone.
But I feel that I have done.
Anything I have done
was to prevent suffering
and done out of love.
But their emptiness in my life
makes me feel that way.
28 May 2016
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5/1/2024 7:30:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It feels very bad when you do something benevolent out of duty for others and it is viewed as an act of selfishness. It is not easy to understand human nature which is replete with uncertainties. Thanks. I may not have killed or maimed anyone. But I feel that I have done.