Soul Gone

It disappeared from my body as I continue to write but the smile is solemn cold The poem that is written has no emotion written into it Just empty verbs useless adjectives Silent cliches on a piece of 8 by 11 Late Winter cold change These eyes look out upon the snow however,it's expression is like the soul DEAD AND GONE Mother is heard by these ears,crying for her little baby boy to come back to her He is a grown up now,alas Ever so Still without uttering a quaint brief phrase It is empty in the air No one else bothers to look over there to see a simpleton behind the keyboard Typing this poem without anyone to read it If you do,though..it would be in vain I have been gone since I turned 36