The Wreckage of a Soul by Soraya Boyd

by Soraya Boyd
Writer, Dandelion Salad
Facilitate Global
November 5, 2014

Drifting in the fevered winter of a desolate mind
The captive pursuit of status and power a daily grind
In such a space the stilled bells of conscience no longer toll
For travailing arduously against sense and dignity many lose their soul

The lure of a total materialistic apex never quite complete
Ever more surreptitiously insatiable want relentlessly compete
While false friends intentfully slither to the glamoured realm
Circumventing inconvenient legalities to steady the corporate helm

Navigating a scathing moral desert dizzily coursing chartered loopholes
Erring wondrously in self contained dimly lit halls
Hearts scarred by petrified crevasses of decayed compassion
Litter a once internally empathetic constitution

When seduced by the prospect of riches galore
Ruthless slobbering ooze profusely from every sinew and pore
Imperceptibly descending into the final winding folds of perdition
Will an auspicious epiphany occur ushering in providential redemption?

Now but a refracted shadow of a silhouetted ghost
Scavenge voraciously on the discarnate host
Shackled to the self wrought chains of deceitful manipulation
Condemned to roam the desolate space of self annihilation

Until per chance for an age perhaps
Seeped in the restorative waters of profound contrition
Redeemed, arise anew in humility
Rectitude, empathy, purpose and communion

Soraya Boyd is Founder and CEO of Facilitate Global. She can be contacted at

4 thoughts on “The Wreckage of a Soul by Soraya Boyd

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  2. Wise words, indicative of modern society where people are conditioned to pursue the path of materialism, self-aggrandizement, and the triumph over others, no matter what the costs may be.

    Even the so-called religious institutions have failed miserably to teach their flock about the growth of the soul (or real personal development) which they probably have little knowledge, if any, of.

    military/police aggression against fellow beings, coupled with sensationalism in sports and entertainment venues are the nourishment the overwhelming majority of “lost souls” have feasted on for far too long.

    Massive indigestion and reflux pains result in this type of fare.

  3. Wondrously apt epitath for the souls who by their acts are descending into perdition… are we talking about the U.S. senators and Wall Street predators, the ego-bound billionaires and destroyers of people and country’s economies?

  4. “…travailing arduously against sense and dignity many lose their soul…”

    How true, indeed some are not even aware they have a soul to lose or what it might actually mean…that you cannot perhaps lose, what you have no way of knowing whether it is even there to find ~ let alone nourish.

    We are “our” world, & as we are so that world will be.

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