Lost and abandoned
once was I
forced to wander
wondering why
the ground was grass
the ceiling sky
and my release
only to cry
nobody loved me
no one cared
I had my life
but no one shared
how empty I felt
just so much woe
and my eyes did smart
from the salty flow
in the forest
I did sleep
where the wilder
souls do creep
in the litter
amongst the leaves
where the hunted earthling
weaves
through the spirit world
of victims
shot by bowmen who
do not have a hope in hell
and don’t know what they do
creating melancholia
that sinks into the earth
and I alone picked up on it
and realised their worth
wild children of the forest
who come in different forms
they’re never target practice
but there are clearly swarms
of spirits idling everywhere
like me, lost, but still aware
the human being possibly
may seek a change and begin to see
begin to feel begin to know
that beneath his feet
new life can grow
beneath his chest
his heart can feel
that the wild children
are also real
they live, they love
they see, they know
its where they live
and if we go
into the wild
we leave behind
the aggressive shackles
of our mind
remembering those real times of woe
when unloved we wandered to and fro
and spare the souls
who wander free
and come back to humanity
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
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