DUNGEONS FOR MY SOUL… a dark poem

Pot, Cooking Pot, Cauldron, Green, Slick

Dark, tangential grip of despair

You pull me down into the doldrums

Dungeons for my soul

Whilst I struggle to get free

With light all around me

Your blinders are placed strategically over my eyes

The doors and windows to happiness

Were but illusions to this blinded heart

Escape is a mere nod of a passerby

A stranger with a smile

But, no

The hypocrisy is not lost here

For kind words spoken without honest intent

Have shown me the way to karma

Alas, I now stew in the cauldron

Of my own tepid broth

A recipe of disaster

WEIGHT… a poem

The weight we carry

In the belly

In the thighs

Cannot hide the weight we carry

Deep, deep down inside

Alone, Sad, Depression, Loneliness
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Perhaps, there on the outside

They say, “You’re looking tight!”

If they only knew

What’s on your heart

They might hold you through the night

Dog, Snow, Joy, Winter, Fun, Friend
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But, lest it be forgotten

There is One who carried more

He will stem the tide

On this difficult ride

And shoulder the weight that you once bore

Love, Jesus, Prophet, Holy Man, Christ
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