A CONVERSATION WITH MY SOUL

Down the aisle

My smile wavered

My thoughts scrambled

Wishes were void to my soul

Candles to light up my path

Fire flies to sing in that perfect tune of dance

The sweet symphony played on the fine reeds

The rush claimed in the falls near the yonder

Alas a conversation sparked

An ignition of a never-ending talk

The soul amiss

The spirit wandering

The flesh in turmoil

Cravings shaved off the buds

No sprout of hope to blossom

Days numbered

Seconds tick-tocking

Emblems mashed in the graves of the untold

Desires left bare to rot

Then the rips are made to lie in their eternal flame

Listless

Drooping

Lifeless

Depressing

Lone

Demented

Soles turgid with liquids of stubbornness

Hearts thumping with passions unraveled

Nails scratching with dripping vermin

The question remains

Who wants a conversation with my soul?

Boatenmaa

Feb 24 2019