My Soul
it's the deepest core of my essence,
an unknown journey taken each
step I embrace-
it's the weary lines upon my face-
every cell of my being is barren whole...
it's the sound of my aching soul.
it's magic beyond comprehension,
solitude seen when I close
my weakened eyes-
it's a lamp, a disguise-
sincerity is finally filling me whole...
it's the touch of my longing soul.
it's a rubber stamped impression,
a mark left upon each parchment
I quill by hand-
it's the part of me no one understands-
the core of my abdomen taking control...
it's the taste of my craving soul.
my soul is fierce,
my soul is deep-
my soul can pierce,
my soul can reap.
this soul needs many things that fulfill-
such as my parchment and my starving quill.
September 3, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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