The Soul In the Den
Back in my hole in the back of the den
racking up souls with every heart that I spend
Laughing at those birdies floating far far away
half in astral detentions known to scar and fillet
Compacted in thy dirt, I’m comfortable in failure
It’s only after that I’ll hurt, for during I’m the sailor
mapping out tides I’ll avoid any turn
crashing into the same bridges that I’ve already burned
Back then my den was smaller and included
facts to save myself from the loneliness precluding
any ambition to pursue the wildest dream
or any mission of love, unrealistic though they may seem
They fashioned for me a reason to keep
myself trapped wholly deep thinking I needed the key
Some intangible force to unlock my own life
Some box of remorse I deserved from that wife
Soon I’ll dig myself out from this den
I’ll reclaim my soul and fill my heart with it again
Copyright © Brandon Connor | Year Posted 2018
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