Stuck with the soulless
Trapped on earth
With no goal
Half eaten egg roll
Shot of whiskey
Shot myself but missed
Why do I insist
of this? Persist.
Comes the moon
comes the sun
comes the thunder
Water rises
world crisis
Fun.
Your spirit gone forever
You don't care whatsoever
I'd kill your body if I could
Just an empty hood
It says that its alive
but it lies
How many times can you die
before you die?
Sorry, just couldn't resist.
'Searching for a soul
Free of the confinement
With utter focus
Finished with all the rotten food
No more habits to hold me down
Found a spot where it hurts me
Free of any care
For what? A release.
The moon gives me a shadow
The sun obscures my vision
Lightning enlivens me
Water escapes my body
The world anew
Torment.
The souls reborn over and over
The ethereal ones reinventing themselves
If they could only hold to the flesh
Not merely see it as a plaything
Giving evidence to the death's power
True in every form
Why are we reborn every time
We think we killed what makes us alive?'
P.S.
I'm quite proud of your poem and enjoyed it thoroughly.
