June 28, 2005 Matthew

Broken Soul

Many places to find a name
But this darkness won’t let me go
Everyday is the same old game
Why can’t I just let it flow?

Songs of love and butterflies
All I want is not there to have
Many words cast to and fro
But what about the broken soul?

Daunting tasks in the cold
Haunting masks in the fold
Treasures fill the air untold
When will come this light to mold?
Bound or free of letters’ hold
Gasp and kick until its sold
Instant fire so I’m told

Just show me the simple tree
of love and life and why I’m free
Only give me a tiny seed
my greatest wish, desire, and need.