Before our Captured Souls

I crept upon my empty belly,

Far beneath the canopy.

I felt the earth rub and scrape against my chest,

As I crawled and smelt the leafy mould.

I swam the flooded stream,

which overflowed with mud and dirt

And it chocked my singing lungs.

I saw the sky and it screamed,

‘Have mercy to you among men’.

While a comet streaked it’s tail across a stary night.

That night the trees shook fragile with the breeze,

And a chilly frost stung our cold and weary feet.

Then gradually the sun arose,

Nudging upwards from it’s dreary cave,

And there was a crack of light and a spark of hope,

And a heat, which seeped into our hollow bones.

Before our captured souls.

 

 

© Sean P. Ransom

 

 

 

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Sean P. Ransom

I have grown up around music and realise it's universality. I aim to enable as many individuals to come together in peace throughout the world. I have specialist knowledge and feel driven towards the pursuit of fun and happiness.

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