Soul short poem

Just before the darkest hour
I saw a dawn breaking
there was this angel standing
she looked withered and tired.
her wings ruffled and torn

I got up to help
but she yelled stop
don’t hurt me anymore
I can’t take it anymore

stunned that I was I asked
what is hurting you
and who are you
what brings you here
and what can I do….

I am your soul
and that is hurting me
you have ravished me, plundered me
raped me, murdered me
and I am here to plead stop
tell me if you don’t need a soul anymore
and I will silently depart
you won’t feel anything
and there will be no pain
you will be like others
living all in disdain

but if you want to keep me
stop killing me
stop killing me
stop killing me.

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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The real nature of soul has been the topic of discussion among Scientists lately, encroaching on the domain of Theologians. Could it be a separate entity, living apart from the mortal host? Host might be a misnomer as the soul must be the “host” and the mortal being as only an outer shell, depending on which great religious faith you belong. Nevertheless, whichever it would be, the message is clear that the soul is tormented by the individual’s actions. @zyborg this is a witty and worthy poem.


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