Friendship Of A Gentle Soul by Kevin Legge

He sits and stares at the wall,
His mind so very afraid,
Casts a dark and gloomy pall,
Of this shadows are made.
All he wants is to fit in,
All he craves is peace,
Looking at a stranger’s sin,
Begging for surcease.
What woes trouble gentle mind,
What terrors seek him out,
Why is he left behind,
Why do others doubt?
He sees the world through his soul,
He knows what happens there,
Unity is his goal,
Friendship without care.

Lost Soul by Kevin Legge

Lost soul, crying out for peace,
Wandering through the graveyards of my mind,
Terrorized, looking for surcease,
For all that you had left behind.
Looking through the windows to an empty room,
Empty of all but pain,
Your eyes reflect your fatal gloom,
Madly they spin, insane.
Haunting is all that you now can do,
Behind the curtain of life,
Mistakes of the past, you now rue,
Unforgiving, filled with strife.
Where do you go, you poor, sad thing?
From where did you come?
Gentle your touch, like a butterfly’s wing,
Sadly, your spirit so numb.