I have sold my soul for a piece of bread and a soft bed
A modern world of dread traded for a roof over head
I gave society the wheel as part of the deal in destiny's hand I reel
A passenger on my ride, laziness my guide, a few winks I steal
Drowsing, from slumber I awake, no way to brake, nothing real
A map faded, birthright traded, abandoned roadside, pottage my meal
-
Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2026 02:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 68
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Cindy, William Hromada
- In collections: Choices, Dependence.
Offline)
Comments10
Good write SB. Would KP like pottage for a change?! lol.
Thanks Orchi would you serve it cold?
Yes lol.
Oh this is quite a confession and a realisation.We all sell our souls for the easy life.I like to think I had some victories on that front but it is hard to stand up for what you believe in becasue you will probably lose.Good to get this stuff off your dhest.Very important poem
Thank you David for the read and comment that strikes so close to home. It is deeply appreciated and valued my friend
A very deep, multifaceted, sincere and well-rhymed poem! Best wishes,
Thank you very much for the read and kind words of comment they are deeply appreciated
Thought provoking, always well written. Which life do you choose?
Thank you Katie for the review and comment it is most appreciated. I am not sure it is a choice but one likes to think that they are in control of their life society is a hard taskmaster and it is hard to fight against.
Soren, there’s a compelling tension here between comfort and surrender…bread and a soft bed on one side, but a birthright quietly traded away on the other. The metaphor of becoming a passenger while society takes the wheel gives the whole piece a reflective, cautionary tone. Strong closing image and a strong poem, my friend. A fave, for sure.. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan I deeply appreciate your comments on this poem. Yes indeed but it seems that there are many complacent riders that would rather doze than drive and society offers such comfort on a one way trip to who knows where.
Isn't that very much the truth...to who knows where, indeed. Most welcome, my friend.
Tend your garden without counting on tomorrow .
Thank you so much Lorenz for the read and comment
Even in the 'Easy Life' there can be hardship.
Can't really escape it. But Hardship in comfort would help a lot. Good one.
Thank you so much Kevin for your read and comment it is deeply appreciated
I have sold my soul for a piece of bread and a soft bed
Unfortunately the society / world we live in forces this (and much of what you say in the poem) upon us. It's really difficult to escape it, in any material sense. Only in the mind, the heart, is there a possibility of true autonomy. End of speech.
You poem doesn't pull any punches. It's relentless, and has a powerful vitality of honesty.
Thank you so much for the review and comment they are most valued. Although born and raised Christion and grown toward Pan physicism as I grow older I see the wisdom of Buddhism and Hinduism where becoming a Sanyasi and giving up all desire and possessions is the only way to happiness but this is suppressed and reviled by capitalism.
so much of truth in these lines
Thank you so much for your read Awam and your comment is most appreciated
Makes me feel out of control…
Sorry about that William, thank you so much for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.