Homeless Soul

The lonesome anguish beckons Love lost aches and torments so Ferrell demons of the black night Seem as to never let him go

 

A man knows not his purpose

until left along life's road alone

Letting go things of his former life

caring not what he may own

 

As then he finds solace to cry

when he sees that he is so real

Living through dark rains night

he then knows that he can feel

 

In that one divining moment

his purpose becomes so clear

Caring no more for adventure

he now knows the taste of fear

 

The lonesome anguish beckons

love lost aches and torments so

Feral demons of the black night

seem as to never let him go

 

The love that once beheld him

has him thinking he's insane

The mirror shows no mercy

to the face held in it's pane

 

The man you passed by the road

who looked as to never sleep

May be he that touched love's heart

with a soul both wide and deep

 

Tate

Author's Note

Having been divorced I can tell you it is not unusual for a man who loves with his heart to inherit the winds of perdition.

Reviews

[Titus McGuire]

A very deep piece; very open and honest. There are many shades to the love dream and most people seem to focus on the beautiful beginnings or the bitter end, but not so much the aftermath. Seldom do we delve into what we carry with us when the love is over, reflecting on the person we once were as opposed to the person we are now. How often do we stop to think about how love, or being in love, has changed us? How often do we consider that after love is lost we have something gained, even if it is only an understanding of who we are? This work really gives one something to think about, and I feel, as with most good poems, it is open to different interpretations pending upon each person's personal experiences with love and love lost. Extremely well written.

[Poeticpiers]

When love dies for whatever reason. The loneliness is not easy to endure.Although sometimes it is better to be alone than to continue in a fruitless relationship. If you are lucky you will find a new partner on whom you can lavish your affection .

[Jeff Miller]

The rhyme scheme was superb and helped each line flow into the next! Great job!

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Tate,

Another beautiful and reflective sentiment. Yes, those we pass by on the road may indeed be a deep soul, filled with the incredible experiences of a lifetime.

Nicely penned.

Rick

[la Abeja]

I think it's good, sorry I hadn't read it sooner.
Where we used to live the homeless population was fairly pronounced. It was not uncommon for someone to approach my dad, who works in construction, and ask for help. He normally wouldn't give them cash, partly because he never had any. But I can not tell you the number of burgers he bought just so someone wouldn't go hungry for one night.
Thank-you for sharing this piece. It gives us all something to think about.

[LivingDeath]

Very great poem here, I love the imagery portrayed in the readers mind and the flow is just amazing. The rhyme, wow, it flowed so perfectly and smoothly that I seem to have not noticed the rhyming till the second time reading it. Very good job :) 10/10

[Havatara]

Wow. It's just so amazing. Nothing else to say.

[Bette]

well done as always tate.

[WriterSki7]

Agreed. Well-written poem and no mistake. You have unusually good grammer (considering most people on Writer'scafe). A job well done.

[Manda]

well this was a nice write

[R J Askew]

Life's a game some win, some lose. It is never fair and often it is unclear who has won and who has lost. But it's damn thrilling and the only way to be is to fight for every crumb. Do the winners owe anything to the losers? Now there's a question.