My Soul Aches My soul aches, thinking numbly of what was, what died, what is gone. Ive seen too much blackness, Ive wasted too much of my heart, given too much and gotten too little. And every time I tried again. Blundering innocently into the world, forgetting what Ive learned, what Id paid for. My heart refused to abandon its trust in tears, in words, in laughter. My soul never accepted its fate. My soul was sure it could win in the end, in spite of hard luck, and sat day after day waiting for a change, like a gambler waiting out a game. All the chips were thrown down, one after another, fearlessly until there was nothing. And now the lucky ones on either side of me watch greedily, sourly, wondering if my heart will weaken, if I will go under.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 05:26:36 +0000
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