Food For The Soul Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

Food for the soul
Where can it be found
Longing daily at my side
I don't cook it, I haven't the patience.
I get it, ready made out of packages;
I get my meals on the go,
Sometimes without time for plates at all,
Here. Here. Here.
Here I cajole you to eat up all your bites,
And if it's fatty, crunchy, salty, rich-creamy...Yummy!
Crack a smile and let it tickle your taste buds!
Coffee for fuel for this young entrepreneur's soul.

Keeping healthy is not really my problem.
Your being so close to me, yet so far from my reach,
Must drive you crazy too,
In a paradox state that begs for a break.
If together we meet, I am sure that the happiness will be a great elixir of your aching heart.
Where can it be found?
From; one great store of kindnes, love and forgiveness.
The place where I leave every burden and sob for success for me.
The place where: my soul cleans its robe: and mine will be widspreaded and all the dust and rubble goeth neath.
I hold it now in my hand, embracing tightly
This love I will never part.

I cannot find my soul.
It is lost somewhere, Confused and troubled by the actions, Confused and troubled I continue to act.
Am I to act or not to act?
Confused and terrible,
Acting without feeling anything.
Confusing,
Falsely false at all times.
Even now I can't tell if I'm real or not.
Restless sleepwalking across this great earth.