A Troubled Soul
In the early hours
I saw church spires,
graveyard stones
and decaying bones,
troubled souls that lay
beneath the clay,
one entered my mind,
a release to find.
She gave no peace
until she found release
from her burning thoughts
that had been caught
in a world where time
refused death to the mind,
where the past won’t die
in those that lie.
I tried to end my dreams,
but in vain it seems.
Forever tormented I would be
until I willingly agree
to let her see her days
in dream like ways.
To revisit once more
through my mind’s door.
Her family and friends,
and days she would spend
playing and having fun
in the warm bright sun.
Her childhood dreams
of scones, jam and cream.
Another push of the swing
before church bells ring.
Chains of daisy flowers
that seemed to take hours.
Watching for who’s peeking
when hiding and seeking.
Playing postman’s knock,
wearing a party frock.
Hopscotch and skipping,
and toffee apple licking.
Eating bread by the fire
toasted on wire.
Poking burning flames
during guessing games.
And a fire that spread,
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poem by Orlando Belo
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