Alone I walk a world so dead_
Sins atonement forced to be.
Screaming words inside my head_
For torturous company.
Blackened hills to east and west_
Barren landscape all.
Lonely spirit walks abreast_
Waiting for my Master’s call.
No door to open wide upon_
No invitations issued forth.
Weary trudging on and on_
Cold wind blowing from the north.
Desolate peak of mountaintop_
Bones picked clean by buzzard’s gore.
Lonely spirit here must stop_
Above the desert floor.
Curling into fetal shape_
Crying now beneath grey skies.
Ragged clothes around me drape_
No life here abides.
Master, hear my ardent pleas_
Remove me from this morbid place.
I beg for my release_
Have mercy for my lack of faith.
Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons
Those conversations continue to travel through space searching for a "listener" for eternity. You've captured one and placed it here for all to read. Thank you.
I felt the pull...
Sounds so much like the a poem I wrote recently too!
sounds like it's in the air
mine was on lack of faith and feeling whispers...
I like your style (glad I gravitated to you)
I will be back again, I started TRACking/Following your heart and soul!
BE SAFE!
BE Happy!
STay POsitive!
WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
Light and Wisdom ...
Regis
You captured the agony of loneliness completely, Elizabeth. As a sensitive human soul, I want to rush to your side to comfort you, to assure you that things will be better, that things can and do change, that you do have a future filled with wonder and love.
Wow! You really get to me.
Strong imagery, powerful phrasing.
A great write, Elizabeth.
Now, for your next poem let's try Disneyland at night!
Love to you,
Richard
Don't walk alone any more the Master will hear your ardent pleas_in my opining take his Hand and walked with him
Great job..well written and A great message withing and
Stunning emotions and so very painful!!
Take Care Love And Peace To You Always..Morning star
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Love it!
Elizabeth
Very painful and despairing....
We must never, ever give up Hope and Trust in the Source of All Good..
These little things....are sent to try us..
Hugs
Peter