Treasure Island

yolandey breedt

(1987/05/04 / south africa)

cold is the soul alone


Cold is the soul
As her body lay stiff
Bare and alone
As she’s abandoned all of her once known strength...

Broken and lost
Wounds can’t be repaired
As the girl once known
Is now forgotten
In the aching cold mist...

Numb to the core
Fingers lost, wrists slit
Eyes aware but turned to stone
As she lay there dead
Beaten and all alone...

Night wind howling
The forest no home
Cold is the soul
Bare and alone...

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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this is just a poem from a old friend

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