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Here is another poem. Death of the Soul. Hope you enjoy!


The passage of time hasn't healed my wounds,
nor my many aches in my heart.
Time has only made my emptiness much wider, deeper, and longer.
My days are filled seeking solace as showers of tears, stream down my cheeks.
The pain echos throughtout the chambers of my soul, there is a deep pang of aches
with each beat of my heart. I curse the day, welcome the night for I delight in my
solitude like an abandoned beast.
The rips in the fabric of my soul has become a gaping abyss.
Tomorrow, I'll awake without a kiss.........
.....upon my lips and my heart will become very still.