Impressions Of A Weathered Soul

Life, Impressions, left on a altered soul Transit into depression, Having lived it all, Trying to avoid transgressions from Falling into narrow mental halls. Life, An adventure, Out of our control, The comings, the goings Where did I go wrong! The days still sweet in poetry, Though many have passed In and with melancholy, The memories, hard to take, Solitude is life's most Tremendous and cruel fake. But love still shines, In a destitute, fallen star Whose light comes From some deep mysterious Form of poetic paradise, Called hope That softly touches The lonely heart And charitably keeps it From falling apart.