My Soul


Deep down in the soul, the abyss stays

Gnawing and gnawing at the core,

The core of the heart, yet the head prays

Because it knows what lays in store.


Oh dear God, let my soul be healed

From all torments and tribulations

From this sorrowful celebration

This soul needs to be sealed.


Its theories hold it bound

Confusion sets it free

And while it seeks direction as a hound

It gallops in a selfish spree.


The destruction that awaits it, it knows

The acceptance of it… well, it shows

This soul, to quit fighting

Finds an end without striving.


By:  Osajie B.E.

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