They come alone

Flesh and bone

They leave alone

To lie under a stone

They dream, they hope

Struggling to cope

They build, they fight

Over what might

Bring them happiness


They end up in darkness

While the light

Is clear, despite

The veils, the shades

Waiting to be seen

To give them a life

Free of strife

We’re all on a path

Some see it short

Some want it long

Some sing a song

It’s not wrong

To float along

The current of life

To crumble the walls

Made of thoughts

Founded upon fear

It’s Okay

To spend today

Taking a step

Towards the walls

Feeling the fear

Shedding the tears

listening to hear

The faint voice 

Of the soul

That which might appear

A distant sound

Calming the mind

In order to find

Peace behind

The walls of pain

The barriers of strain

The fake domain

Again and again…


About The Soaring Eagle

Entrepreneur, Investor, Solution Architect, Award-winning poet, Published author
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