Languid
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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
