The Lost Souls
By hedgehog1
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Shadows of life pass silently into the night
Ghosts of men sliding, hovering, in the dark
Clutching their blankets round them like a shroud
Broken and bent their soul lost long ago
Drifting down burnt out with drugs and drink
Caught in the jungle of life where many are lost
Doorways and alleys is all life feeds them now
I go amongst these men to offer them salvation
I'm rejected by them all a deathly look in every face
The life they've chosen has been a dialogue with death
Neither nature earth nor God could help them now
These long lost souls they barely live but they are dead
You look into their eyes and you can trace
A dead soul's epitaph in every face
Edward (hedgehog1) 10.06.2017
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Very grand writing. Almost
Very grand writing. Almost biblical.
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Hello Edward,
Hello Edward,
this was such an astute look at people who have given up on life. Your words summed up the tragedy of desolation, that not even help could alleviate.
More power to your pen.
Jenny.
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Hello, Edward.
Hello, Edward.
What you write is moving. It is an anguish to see those jaded and apparently too drugged or dead to heed or care or receive help.
Amazingly we do hear of those who man couldn't reach and yet, in mercy, God has yet woken up enough to look and pray to him and receive some measure of escape from the trouble fallen into.
But such a dangerous slide, and so sad to those who want to help. Rhiannon
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