Tuesday, February 05, 2013

The Poet's Soul



What is this that holds my heart,
tethered in restraint? 
Still like the darkness, the 
feelings I cannot shake. 

I trembled from the  thought, 
it weakened me so, 
as if the night  cast shadows,
that danced upon the wall. 

The chapters merge together 
and no time can I see, 
for yesterday is gone 
and tomorrow is a dream. 

My soul speaks in riddles,
my heart can't understand,
for is it  responsibility or 
some awful written plan?

~



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