Sleeping Soul

I feel my soul whittling away in the wind.

With every blow dispare takes me.

The life in me wants to breath, wants to believe.

For as much as I have closed the lights and laid my head to rest.

My heart still beats strong, it is a lion in an enclosed, abandoned cage.

with every anxious feeling, every pain, I know it is my heart trying to pump blood back into my soul.

My soul has found the darkness and has rooted in its dirt.

Not the darkness of evil, for even evil has life.

The darkness of nothingness, like a shadow in the desert.

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