Soul Eater
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant.
Faith and belief all that gave it substance,
weak and watery as it was. Until that wretched day…
I hurt, I ached, in a before unfelt place deep within. My physical being was effected but it did not originate from my body.
If I were paralyzed, or dead to my flesh in some way, This pain would continue, on and on.
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant…until the creation of my body was snuffed out, buried under soil and rock to decompose as corpses do.
My child taken from me caused me to know my soul… for it became tortured. An itch I couldn't scratch…an ache unrelenting, all consuming.
Now I know, beyond doubt, I have a soul…because bright pain always shows his hideous face, demands attention, cannibalizes joy and leaves only dispair.
Loss is the Soul Eater.
The Soul Eater
Has a very deep voice; he
gurgles and gargles, and
he call out names and eats
them up. He belches and fumes
And has a great
sense of direction; he knows
which way is up. Yet all
he really wants
is to be
admired.
In the stillness, summer is thick with sweat
Its sweet salt drips on parted lip's desire
The scented Magnolia's silhouette
Inspires ember strewn hearts that's set on fire
Beneath we lay so closely wrapped in love
Under flowers hung soft in pale moonlight
So luscious and green the leaves talk above
Soft dreamy whispers in streams of starlight
You've taken my heart, my being, my core
A Soul-Eater, your rapture consumes me
Born in this blanket of estrus I pour
To empty my essence fearlessly free
Under the Magnolia's perfumed pale
We loved to be loved, our hearts to unveil
May 29, 2020
Corrected 6-14-20
N-A -Re-run 7 Poetry Contest
John Hamilton
Summer's Heat Sonnet Poetry Contest
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