Faithless soul

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    • slimgrady
    • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

    Faithless soul
    I am cursed with a faithless soul.
    Insolent and foul.
    Tormented through out life
    By it's indignant howl.

    It endures me no forbearance.
    It has no will or want.
    A cynical inhabitant of a
    Dwelling dark and daunt.

    I implore my stygian spirit
    To cease it's baneful way
    Alas it gives no retort
    Merely tarry s in the fray.

    I fear now its damnation.
    But how then can I quell
    My own insipid soul
    Be for it lands in Hell.

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    WordSlinger commented on Faithless soul

    11-20-2009

    I like it, unfortunately most people are born like this, eviromental stuff, hope fully the wise lead the youth to better lives, some get lucky most don't..WS
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    StandingBear commented on Faithless soul

    05-31-2009

    Ahh, but there is a bit of faith in thine own soul or certainly why would the thoughts be entertained .. "But how then can i quell my own insipid soul before it lands in hell". There is a beckoning path recognized by few .. answers lie along this path untouched .. waiting. Great write. 9
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    slimgrady

    06/04/2009

    StandingBear, Thank you for your thoughts. I have truly enjoyed reading your writings. Your poetry is inspiring!

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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