Cold Steel In My Soul
Time passes by
as a eagle soar
high above .
My heart aches
as my soul pours out
kindness to all.
Yet my soul
is dark and cold
from walking alone.
Could it be
no one meant for me?
Would anyone cry for me
if my life was done?
Thoughts at time
of letting go
of this world
and letting my blood flow.
I feel the blade
of the cold steel
plunging deep into my soul.
All I long is for one
to make me whole
and not walk alone.
My soul is like
an ice burg drifting alone
in the vast sea of life
melting slowly away.
People come and go
but yet I feel alone
as I drift through life
with darkness in my soul
Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2013
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