From old soul to new

I seem to be lost
somewhere between yesterdays soaps
and todays news at eleven.
A parralell with ones
fictional play of make believe
and ones sense of unfortunate reality

Silently I scream to no appearing souls
for unapparent reasons
no one really knows
the shawdow of my past
surrounds me as a giant hand
taking hold of my lifeless limp body
falling, silently, helpless to no mans land

Melancholy music breaks the silent lull
evelops me as if to relieve
me from those who have tortured me so
Yet only I know the torture
that has only come from within
as the unhealed wounds from the past
seem to rise to haunt me

A choice to forgive,forget
and then to start again
learning to accept the past and its sins
shedding the old and doning the new
taking the hand that reached out from the blue
If I'd just looked it was there all along
I just had to open my heart and my eyes
and now its all clear, so ode to old self now .........Goodbye
B.J. ORIG. 8/87