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

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