What am I trying to achieve

Is it driven by love want or greed

Justified by my spiritual beliefs

 All left crumbling in my hand

Like a dried brown Autumn leaf…

 

Perhaps I’m not trying to achieve anything at all

Perplexed just existing

Like a crazy old fool!

 

Everybody has gone

The curtain’s come down

Left just sweeping the stage

In this tumbleweed old town…

 

I’ve spoken my lines

Played the part

Had the costumes props moves the laughs!

Now everything has gone, vanished

Except memories of old songs…

 

Faces appear deep in the night

Ghosts of the past

Just linger to fight

Bookends of broken dreams

Hopes lost love…

 

Unfinished poems inspired by faith

With no sense of direction

All over the place

Yet somehow, I still cling to God’s

Omnipotent Grace….