Wandering Soul

Here is something I wrote back in 2001 during the end of my 'dark phase'.  This is one of my less darker pieces, it is signed 'Jason' because that is who I was back then.


Wandering Soul

Sleepless fields
wavering dandies
swaying into
elusive night

singing old tunes
once remembered
by the dead
now resurrected by new

told stories of
conquered heroes
rulers of evil lands
empires controlled

selling children
into slavery
minds wasted
no one cares

cast away from my home
left for dead
in a field of snakes

demons fight over
owner ship of my soul
escape from a bad dream
into a worse nightmare

away with sickness
overbearing humility
may some day bring
a sought after peace
so long since
forgotten meaning

accept your insanity
it is the only escape
from this horrid reality

audience of stars
staring down at earth
laughing at a play
played out over centuries
torment
mayhem
disillusion

passing patrons
distant hellos
no acknowledgments
no existence
wandering spirits
changing face
conforming to masses

dare the impossible
remove your mask
we are unique
like everyone else

excepting Fate
abandoned by humanity
alone on a beach
counting grains of sand
when I finish
only then
forever
will
end

~ Jason F.


© 2001 Jason J. Finley (All rights reserved)