I Never Speak My Soul

Just a short poem, word vomit.

I never speak my soul,

I never cleanse my spirits,

Why trade this torment for the next?

I see the thoughts in my mind,

They riot inside of me,

For sanities sake, shake me free,

Never let my feet leave the earth,

Would they ever touch back down?

Love and hate the same,

Love and hate to the extreme.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

As my old blessed Priest would say, "there is some pain in you Boyo, but a light that in God's light can burn out". I love the flow of the words and it is something everyone should ask of themselves. I hope you enter this in a contest in a Philosophy light. And in IMO you should earn top honors.

[Zach]

Wow a very generous review indeed. I certainly appreciate your comments, makes me reread my own work with new perspective.