Lost Soul
At night when I lay in bed and the house is quiet
I often think of my lost soul
The greatest thing in life is life
The kindness and understanding of your stand
Almost where you stand in life in a line
Self worth and importance and acknowledgement of my accomplishments
I often think of my lost soul
Structure of my soul
The ability to shed layers of tears yet hide them with a plastic smile to protect my
lost soul
Wash away the pain and release my pain with a new found layer
Once impossible but only nurtured by past struggles and self teaching
I often think of my lost soul
I'm so bored
depressed
lonely
unhappy
miserable
I've lost my soul
In all areas and aspects of my life
Like i'm trapped in my lost soul
Locked up in my own state of mind and confusement
Such a bad feeling but still I hang in there and continue to hope for a brighter
tommorow
My lost soul
Look how hard it is to pick yourself back up after you have fallen
But how simple it was to fall
Sharp objects inflict the pain quicker than the actions of a human being
Put down your shield and surrender
I've lost my soul
Tonight when I lay in bed and the house is quiet
I will once again think about my lost soul
Copyright © Bernadette Spencer | Year Posted 2007
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