My Last Breath Comes Soon

Soon my last breath will come And finally my tattered old soul will find peace After so many pain filled years, showered with tears With so many scatterings of broken hearts and Lost dreams, swept up like litter in the wind My soul bleeds as pieces of it are ripped out Year after year, now a Grey hair ghost of a man I am Looking out across the landscape of my life With eyes huanted, teary and weary of life. What more can my heart and soul endure Is there even enough remaining of me to move on Past whatever purgatory might await for me So my soul can finally find its soulful way back home Within the eternal spiritual flame of the universe What sad fate awaits my tattered old soul Soon my last breath will come And I'll have to face whatever sad fate awaits BY Marcellus Wilinski