My Lost Soul Will Bleed On

My Lost Soul Will Bleed On short poem

I’m driving down this cold and lonely road in the dark.
I’m looking for the things that used to matter.
Is it love or is it fear that I am feeling?
With a loss for words, I sit in the drivers seat with my eyes sewed shut.
I always steer in the same direction.
This will destruct everything I never had.
It will take out the love, the fear, the numbness.
What is the feeling here?
It has fallen over the edge.
This will be the end.
My lost soul will bleed on..

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of girl, Who's about to spread her wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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How sad.

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