One Speaks Aloud

Soul stripped. Flesh ripped. Hope lost. Time moves on not heeding the cost. Hurt buried aside in the ditch. Anger flares like a flip of the switch. Fist tenses, Wrenching blood from within. Fingers pawing at the line of life, White with streaks of red pressed flesh. Ghost pepper strongly inhaled, Nose like a waterfall over the lips. Eyes clenched as tears meet sweat of the brow. Foot tapping unceasingly faster, Knee and leg exaggerating the attack. Yoke across shoulders crunching bones. Arms crossed, torso giving to gravity. Pores gushing both hot and cold. Mind races with head pivoting, Circular on it's axle. Soul? The soul dancing??? How cruel... Mouth ajar in disbelief. Tongue scratching to arise from it's lair. Cheeks numbing, Throat choked. The beat of the soul continues... Mind dampens. Heart weakens. Gut set to purge. Soul keeps dancing... Heart, mind and gut can't hear the rhythm. Body jolts in knee-jerk spasms. Face curls in anger, Nose crunches cheeks, Upper lip cliffs out over teeth, Brow furrows, slanted cynically. Mind perks up seeking to undermine... Logic with misdirection lined. All except the soul act as one. The body relaxes, the masquerade begun. "Nothing ever did transpire, There is no real reason for this angst and mire." Lungs breath a sigh of relief, Heart makes off in the night like a thief. Outward appearance turns abruptly calm. The soul leaps up, raising an outward palm... "Stop this at once! We've done this before! Leading only to hunger, depression, and gore." Soul connected to the source of life, Reaches through the smoke of daunting strife. Louder and louder the truth is yelled, Mind, gut, heart and body remain uncompelled. Suddenly, a piercing touch from without, Skewers the essence of each with doubt... The soul is a right a truth must break, A two way mirror reflecting a fake. The mind is steadfast not willing to commit. The heart is frozen as opposed to lit. The gut uneasy in volcanic burn. Body's composure lost in a violent turn. The soul is heard, the unforgiven must cave, History includes a pain never forgave. Voice it aloud all five parts of being proclaim... "Release, us at once, from this torture and maim!"