Spirit
Something inside of me fails,
It says I am undernourished and ill fed,
Something inside of me churns,
It fumes and frets for escape,
Something inside of me feels dirty,
It yearns for clean honesty,
Something inside of me condemns,
It cautions and warns acts,
Something inside of me weeps,
It mourns the end of goodness,
I feel dead as yet live,
As this very thing inside of me,
Wants to stay alive "dead".
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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