Lost Souls Poem by Andytics mufc

Lost Souls

Rating: 4.5


John doe is a regular teenager
Struggling to be socially compatible with his peers
Living as a misfit to him is unbearable
So he decides to shape himself in order to fit in
He  befriends alcohol 
Smokes like a chimney
Believes in sex and more sex
Marries dope like gangsters in movies
Poor soul!
He is oblivious to the tragic fact that
 he is committing a spiritual suicide
He eyes not that his faith is gradually dimming like a torch running out of batteries
He smells not that his morals are decaying like a dead dog abandoned along the streets
Blindly he sales his youthful soul to the devil
Sealing a highway to the hell 
That he is tangled in a cobweb of evil
dawns on him not
One day the very same needles that takes him 'high'
Hands him a black license to an eternal nap
To his parents he lives behind
A questions ridden will
'What happened to our son? '
'Perhaps it's us to blame? '
Teardrops drain life out of aging frames
Can't reconcile to such bitter fact their only son is relegated to a mere past tense

Jane doe, a girl from a christian family
Is suffering from a sense of insecurity
She is absorbed with burning desires for material things
Nice phones, stylish clothes, light skin tone makes her drool
But her pocket is too weak
Devoid of the muscle to satisfy her appetite for 'mission upgrade'
Another poor soul!
Bound to fall into a devil's den
Jane is so consumed by her desires
that she employees desperate measures 
Sacrificing her body in the process
Sinking so low that men dub her a sex toy
She is in dark to eye that her relationship with God is in skeletons
And her religious life is in flames 
Turning into ashes
One day her needless needs gift her a package in her belly
A blessing she hates like death 
Head buried in hands she sinks on her bed musing
'what have I done? '
'What a shame i have heaped on my parents! '
'Oh no! I need to get lead of this'
So she swallows a mound of pills to abort
Blood runs on her thighs
Stomach aches like a drop of salt on fresh wound
Within a minute
She inhales a last breath
Taking an innocent life with her
To the jaws of the earth

Sunday, November 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 30 November 2014

A lovely poem, well articulated and penned with insight. A poem that probes deep into the unrest, materialism, bandwagon effect...which is the bane of many people world over today. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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