Oh wounded soul, forced to grow old
lost its strength before its time
will it not, nor never be
once again in its prime
battered, torn and worse for wear
body lurches back, cripples every tear
that comes to it and hurts it so
for many years now, oh the soul's woe
bring not into damnation
no ye push away
dont stay near now
no ye dont stay
that brings another melancholic tone
for once again the soul's alone
to suffer a mighty gruesome fate
has much served on its plate
and now it's without its mate
and it must choose one of two gates
no matter which task it should take
a difficult choice it must make
because no matter which outcome if and when
the soul can never begin again
Kristen Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-51/
