Death of My Soul

I

I look in the mirror

my soul stripped.

Looking in terror

as though clipped

of what makes me whole.

You took away

my soul

as though I said, "OK."

but, I did not

I want it back!

I have sought

in the black

trying to conquer

as you curse.

II

You curse me

yelling, "you don’t know

what you see!"

I cry and moan.

I try to block out

what you feed,

but it doesn’t really amount

and kill the seed

thriving in your soul.

I transform myself

into burning coals

standing by myself

in quicksand

silently mouthing, "I can."

III

I can!

I will!

I stand

very still

wanting to leave

get the fuck away.

He is a weed

over powering the bay

where flowers

try to thrive

spending hours

soaking in vibes

that help heal

keeping wounds sealed.

IV

I walk out the door

walking down the road

realizing my soul is no more

and my heart is cold.

But I am free

to roam the lands

and swim the seas.

I don’t need a man

I tell myself,

who takes away my soul

only caring about himself and who is dull,

as I run through fields

and for no one I will yield.

V

Still the wounds

have never healed

after many moons

have been revealed.

People try to console

to help remake

my lost soul.

I think of him in hate.

I want to forget

the hurt

but, can’t let

go of the curses

screamed in my ear

by a man I once loved dear

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