My soul by Ann Wood

I made my soul in pieces
to give it away easier,
I gather her now, betrayed and pardoned
but the puzzle remains incomplete.

I was wrong when I was giving it away
faithfully-believing in the crowds,
I used it, I believed, did not think
now I relive, hurt and quiet ...

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Written on 2019-07-11 at 16:43

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
lovely, sad poem. your friends love you ~~~