Monday, November 10, 2014

Spirit Gone



Each day
A little bit of my soul
Slips away
Black as coal
   
If I wasn't afraid
I'd take away...
Surfing the grade
Teetering another day


My soul is done
It is forgotten
The world has won
Spirit's rotten


And as I hide my tears
Succumbing to nothing
Despite wishing for years
Just to be a something


But here lies a reject
Here lies a no one
Why can't He inject
The final beat of drum?


11/10/14 Written by ©Diana Jillian

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