Death of Soul

Today, I felt my soul dying. A cry of help could be heard But none could be seen crying For they class my obsession as shallow and absurd. Yet I carry on with my daily tasks To work through this incomprehensible nightmare Amongst those who carry a veil of emotional masks Waiting, as those who Love, as those who care. And I close my eyes to save my mind from this plight To save my heart from recreating its surroundings In the hope that others soon see the light Actioned by those cast from different mouldings. Slowly, but, steadily, I can feel my soul dying.