TO THE LONELY SOUL

Now I guess I can closely feel his pain, alone in his world he wanders,
Mind full of words and inspirations, but many voids abide extensively,
Wants to pour out his sincere mind but no living creature in view, ready,
He watches everyone running helter and skelter for their daily survival,
A cloud forms in his heart, something ironic raged in his truthful mind,
But only void abode, not void of furniture, gadgets, flowers and trees,
He has them but not of that of someone touchable, able to reply him.

He is technically alone in his world, obviously lonely in his odd days,
He can hear the rushing sounds of his own heart beat and breath,
The still and gentle movement of his ferrous blood can he hear,
Who will fill this void, a companion so to say to fill his emptiness,
Not just a companion but someone who read in between the lines,
Someone who can listen to his heartbeat and understand him,
Without him altering a word, who will always be there to be there.

There is an inner witness, a gentle, waiting and frustrated Spirit,
calling out for companionship, a close fellowship, a deep koinonia,
A Spirit made and set to diminish any trace of lazy lonesomeness,
He's inside him, desperately seeking an uninterruptible audience,
His spirit man, the small still voice speaking out for a walk and talk,
Speaking to his heart, wanting an open warming communication
He carries Him, He's always there, whispering to his wanting heart,
But he is deaf, insensitive, an ignorant of an irresistible friend request.

A frustrated deafening sound emerged from the stressed inside of him,
Enduring aged Spirit could no longer tolerate His own absent presence,
He lowers the volume of the television, puts away his lifeless video game,
He closed all glass doors and windows of oppression and distractions,
Stilled he remained, silent he is as a common grave in the New York City,
Sweet and sweet Holy Spirit smiled, He now owns the slopy fallowed land,
Loneliness is excruciating, indeed the companion he needed was just Him
Someone feel your pains, knows your worries, only give him the chat floor.





Written by: Tom Talithacum