~My Soul to Keep . . .

Walked under the same roof for years

Yet are love never really met

Had all the means to make us one

Material bodies, immaterial elements;

How pale was the sly that brought forth the pain

My soul, always uneasy, confined by heavy chains

Could now no longer sin, yet all your sins did bear

As the changing of your moods ill-prepared me time and time again;

I now walk through a river of emotions

Carrying my soul, now lost, to where all the brokenhearted go

Walking naked, undefended, amidst love nonexistent

Searching for a place where souls don’t turn to ash;

One’s soul lays continually in their hands

Slowly dying, quickly becoming a skeleton – non-empathized

Traveling from one scared emotion to another – as the blind wayfarer does

Unaware, looking through socket-less eyes that no longer care;

Now searching for a new purpose in life

Dusting off my countenance – portrait left from anguish insteeped

Too once again be enthusiastic, rid the decomposition of virtue turned vice

I must enclose the quiet servant in my body – my soul to keep . . .

Copyright © 2005 Tinka Boukes & Dennis O’Bell