I Write Mediocre Poetry

The depth of one's soul is a reflection of light,
An ability to fight and do the things necessary which you feel and know that are right,

It means leaving behind friends who will never bend,
Who become caught up in the muck and mire of the game of pretend,

Sailing alone within an ocean which has waters which are vast, dark and deep,
The price of an uncorrupted soul never comes cheap,

Alone on a desert isle with thoughts which assault a thinking mind,
Reminded of people and a world which can often be unkind,

Souls unable to see the light and who have become spiritually blind,
No longer looking for God's sign, just existing and always embracing the vapid over the sublime, just wasting away within the cruel passage of time,

Forever I become stuck in this most imperfect of rhymes,
Neary a soul in sight to walk by my side straight down the line...