Soul

29 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment

by uscthunderwolf in Poetry

They say that eyes are windows to the soul

If that is so, turn from me

Within the teary blue depths there is a shadow of a soul

Beaten, torn, ragged, exhausted, bloody and forlorn

This ancient soul has no longer the worldly cares

No longer desires to fight for its small bit of peace and tranquilty

Yet the funny thing that is, those around call it

Insanity