Languid

Written by: Frank Guglietta

Wholeness of our bodies
have surrendered. Now made up 
of only bones and flesh
No mystic, No divine
	The constant mind
will never rest
	The rebirth will 
be lost

leaving your soul as a shadow
          quickly hitting the shade
Painful as a mother losing 
a child
an unborn soul will mourn;
wishing to set off 
but trapped under a rock.