The soul of the lost and wounded cry out
seeking solace, from they know not where
Minds haunted by the events of their past
leaving the hearts, lonely, scarred and bare
Their lives broken, as the branch of a tree
without any hope, of being mended again
Peace and joy, seemingly to be lost forever
ridden by past guilt, they are driven insane
Tortured thoughts, invading their dreams
tangled visions torturing their weary mind
Searching every corner of their existence
still not a moment of solace can they find
They call out unto God, he does not listen
for they can’t humble themselves to repent
Failing to realize, the need for his salvation
and have joy in their life, that’s heaven sent
Living their life midst pain, strife and woe
because they know of no other way to live
Wounded, and living like animals in a trap
cause they reject things God wishes to give
By: Bessie Flint
‘10
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A very heart-felt poem. One can tell that the author cares. Couple little typo's I think. Verse 1: I think you meant "bare" instead of bear. And, verse 5, I think that you meant "life" in lst part of verse, versus live. Great writing.
