WHEN TO STOP
Imagine the power to gather the Gods grace that is your humble reward, your born impulse to share and you honorably direct it toward, disbelievers that lack grace and evil they no longer fight, you Summon, you yearn, plead their hearts fill with might, but sadly you acknowledge, it's an impossible plight. Cry not dear warrior who never will fear the grim reaper, some lost souls just stay lost, remember, each and all are their own keeper +
Bobby O
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Bobby O (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cut your losses
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
Such a deep message to all that wish to convert the world to your point of view. On their own path they don't wish to look back or consider another way. Some are lost without a map to find the path to a brighter day. A most beautiful and philisophical write Bobby
Thank you Sensei. I believe most of us have tried to straighten a path to help and experienced the “no good deed goes unpunished” syndrome
I think i will always be one of those lost souls, but i have enjoyed this piece of poetry, Thank you
Just the fact that you possess the self awareness to make that statement tells me you are far from being “lost”.
Thanks fir the teaf
You are very welcome
You present a reality in these lines that sadly rings true. Some souls are incapable of change, and all you can do is feel pity for them. Well thought, well written, extremely well done.
That means a lot , Thank You for your kind words
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