ODE: 'TO LOST SOULS' BY JAHISMINE.

To lost souls down the drain,

damaged, drained and drowned;

trying to voice your silence,

amidst the silencing of your voices.

To lost souls with erased paths,

no books containing your history;

no songs singing your music,

just a salt of rejection to your everyday dinner.

To lost souls out of ancient decisions;

here I am, with the Poetry Excalibur;

I've trained myself over years to be a wordrior of war;

it's time for Exodus, I am your Revelation;

I am the fulfillment of lost prophecies,

those ones said by prophets but were not written;

I am Karma - their doom, your loom;

I am a Poet - The danger they can't avoid, the fighter for your freedom. 

theBARDboy

JAHISMINE.

The bard sympathizes those who have lost their goals, strength and focus. He drives them to never lose hope for his words are the best to keep them alive.