Outside
From the brain that named itself
To the heart that only feels the blood it pumps
our lives so full of subterfuge
What if there is no soul
Convincing ourselves
of something hidden in these
packets of bone and gristle
What if the soul is external
not trapped within this skeletal prison
The body just a magnifying glass
that amplifies and pinpoints emotion
and with the sweetest death
the vision loses merit
and the soul is lost to ether
My grasp is lost
The surface lifeless
Flotsam bodies lost in time filled seas
and souls that ride the breeze
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