Poem -
Soul
She hovers over me
when I sleep, when I wake
she follows me to the supermarket
and when I'm in the library
I can feel her eerie shadow
I can feel and see her aura
It's dark it's cold it's truly cold
when the light comes in through the curtains
I can hear her screams
I place my palms over my ears
but her voice, her voice is still here
and the cold, shivering I am.
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Comments
'All you have is your soul.' Tracy Chapman. Great Verse. 🩵
Thank you dear B.S 💙
Shadows stem from the grey edge of a desolate moon, just beyond the citadel of the soul cube.
Thank you dear Nine Eleven 🌹
What is a soul cube, precious?
You tell me? 🌹
A soul not yet made a tesseract, maybe
I believe that some poets see much further into the soul of other poets and I believe you to be one of those such poets. A grand compliment I do give. 🌹
Indeed grand
I love the picture of the horses. It's what drew me to your poem. Though not about horses I still very much enjoyed reading it x
I always find humans if lucky have a special connection with horses just as we can see each others souls, I've met some horses in my life that I fell in love with just by looking in their eyes, souls are truly a connection and emotional attachment. Thank you dear Tina, this art was really special for this one. 🌹
Horses are beautiful and noble (although I have come across some that have been frustrating to say the least) xx
I agree our souls make instant connections and I.extend this to the eyes of all animals. Cows have the most beautiful eyes.. why I never eat them or pogs or sheep. This write though is about terror... percieved or real and sent a shiver down my spine. Hugs x
Thank you so much dearest Marion, biggest of hugs right back you you my beautiful poet friend. 🌹