The Souls’ Door Swings From a Broken Hinge

The souls door swings from a broken hinge

While we all chase the madness of our vanity, the shadows of our goals. Ones that can never bring substance to our lives. Hypnotic events of happiness that will forever remain a mirage on elusive horizons.
Long forgotten, the broken children and shattered souls sit in the corner quietly weeping.
The race losers brought to their knees.
Too broken to chase anymore
Yet hurting to much to keep still
Silently behind painfulĀ broken features
Tired eyes close, andĀ one turns within

Encountering the gentle light of eternity
patiently waiting inside

” You were gone for so long this time my child ”

Nathan Raaths