not quite poetry?
not quite a short story?

just a thought.



My soul



the sad soul finds comfort in the shell of the happy person they used to be.

the tired soul finds comfort in the sleepy dreams they'll never achieve.

the worried soul finds comfort in the friends who speak the gracious lies.

the soul in love finds comfort in their soul mate, oh so destined.

same soul, different day.
same soul, different faces.
same soul, different places.
same soul, and yet all you do is look away.




Poetry by Caoimhe Murphy
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Written on 2008-11-11 at 12:58

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting thought.
2011-03-01