Phil Roberts

Souls lost in life’s storms

I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry






Souls lost in life’s storms
Just struggling to survive,
No longer daring to strive or hope
Just desperate to stay alive.

They no longer strive for betterment
For success has passed them by,
So it seems they’ve achieved a lot any day
When they manage just not to die.

Souls lost in the storms of life
Have lost all hope of success,
In their lives so full of failure
They’d gladly settle for second-best:

For second best is a big improvement
On what they have to settle for now,
For there’s no way up from the way they live
And there’s only one way out:

But the only way out is deemed a sin
And for most too hard to contemplate,
So they suffer through life’s dreadful storms
Without understanding their awful fate.

The Lord it seems has abandoned them
So they have no benefactors,
And when they dare to beg for help
They have myriad detractors.

Detractors who call them bludgers
And say they don’t want to work,
Say they’re only ne’er-do-wells
Living but to shirk.

”Why the hell don’t you get a job!”
Their foul detractors shriek,
Then turn their backs and walk away
Leaving them to die there in the street.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

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