A Souls Drought
its the witching Hour
my body is aching
im twisting and turning ...
all the pain a fEeL came through the mourning
the Passing of myself into another form
led my soul to conjure the eMotional storm
howling winds brush my mind bitter thoughts of a life so devinE
im not the same and ill never be
will someone save me from the forbidden tree
This poem is about:
Me