I can't seem to remember a time when I smiled because
My heart couldn't take all the joy showered it's way
But I'm sure it must have been there
I can't seem to remember a time when it was easy to get up from the bed in the morning because
I looked forward to the following day
But I'm sure it must have been there
Don't you know
There's a part of my soul that I have slain?
But it didn't die, no,
It writhes in pain, poking it's clammy fingers at my heart
Hoping to be fixed
Why doesn't it die?
Why does it choose to suffer?
Oh silly me, how could I have not realized--
This soul's stronger than me,
It's mightier than my weak will.
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The Soul's Voice
PoetryThe soul wishes It vies for a world of Love, devoid of hatred, knowing full well that the wish may not come true. It wishes because it's the only thing it knows how to. And a soul's wish, a soul's voice Carries more power than the wor...
