Troubled Souls (Sonnet Version) Poem by Steven Rodgers

They have all troubled minds and troubled souls,
In troubled times as far as troubled goes,
Thither they are to be and do as one,
And thither they shall all be to remain,
If it were not for only happy chance,
Then we might all of us be just the same,
And even still, we watch and lend no aid,
Flashing cruel contempt all along the way,
Yet soon we're found repenting sincerely,
Praying that very darkness kept at bay,
Though consolation will perform the deed,
And bury all of our worst fear and pain,
We still have troubled minds and troubled souls,
And it is here they'll forever remain.