I wrote this poem in 1998 at a very painful time in my life. So thankful for the Father and His healing balm. Hope you enjoy.
Holes in my Soul
My friends are now obsolete
And time is bought painfully cheap
I wonder what’s the score
As you trickle down my thoughts
With your ever lofty charm
You trickle down my heart and pump away at my mind
You’re clever, yes clever
And slowly goes time.
All along the street
A sidewalk steps on the cracks of my shoes
I can’t seem to spring back
Can’t kill these lonely blues
My poor suffering soul
Of diluted chemicals taking control
What’s the name of these games?
We all play them in our minds
And Spirit hides inside darken closets
Filled with cobweb infested shrines.
Holy, holy, holy…Oh please take a look around
The world has become frozen
And with melting, we’ll eventually drown.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he said.
A penny for your soul…
And all along my tennis shoes are worn out tattered holes.
Who can fill me up again?
Replace this empty void?
Oh, who can patch these lonely blues without stepping on my heart?
Someone grab a spatula, please.
For my heart is now a pancake that painfully lies beneath
Beneath a sidewalk, that’s stuck atop my shoes
Shoes filled with tattered holes of loneliness and