How can I help this lost Soul inside?
He likes where he's going and he's full of pride.
Arrogance & ego are taking control
pushing back love and condeming the Soul.
But Soul can't be fooled by worldly lusts,
so the fight rages on for Truth and trust.
How can I help put him back on the path,
by telling and showing how love can last?
He's good for a day or week or two,
his strength wears off and he downs a few.
Words arn't enough; compassions no good,
when your fighting a force thats not understood.
Understanding, is this the key to it all?
It's part of the puzzel to ease his fall.
But what's to be known about this mystery guest,
he comes and he goes and gives 'em no rest.
Rest is a joke, no part of the plan,
when booze grabs hold a working man.
I'v done all I could and can do no more,
I enter my closet and shut the door.
This one is a bit to close to home for me. Sad but true. Booze can be like a sickness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem keith, very interesting point made. If you get time please read my poem 'alcoholic'.