Soul, So Old


Does your soul smell the stench of existence,
Same as me,
Does it bawk at the lack of sincerity,
Of the world.

Does your soul match mine
In its search for something worthwhile,
Something it can devour whole.

Is your search over,
So mine can begin
Did you find yours
Reaching out to you,
Pulling you in a embrace and not letting go.

Mine is still attached,
And refuses to let go,
But days like these I wish it would abscond
Just let me be.

The burden is heavy
And the tides too strong,
I don’t want to wade through any if it,
I want to shut down.

___________

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