ruins of soul
Wreckage of moments thoughts
born in the space of actions
Reactions to the stimulation
Expressions, expectations
Ruined little things, broken
Alone, a cry sold in old
Scattered around after a war's toil
Hear the rage far and away drone
I walk in the ruins of soul
I feel forgotten in foreign soil
The drifting of imagery
Pressing the fragments
Shards hard into skin
Forsaken forbearing fringes
A soul not tethered to this realm or reality
Walking the footfall of a second soul
Wreckage of my deity..
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2025
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