Deserted Soul
Pang drips through raindrops life stains on my face,
tears serve no value, just dampen the floor
No light to breathe in, I’ve fallen from grace,
a weaver of waste, no hinge on death’s door.
Sorrows seep stanzas from spiraling souls,
prayers spew nothingness propelled in thin air
Pitch ponderings paste their views in shadows,
I knew since my youth, I didn’t belong here.
Passionate embers now frigid as ice,
where there was purpose, hollow eyes portray
A soul born in this world, not once, but twice,
still longs for the auburn sunrise today
In tune with my guitar while it sleeps,
visions of my soul eternally weeps.


Makes me feel like my author name is poetic!













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