Holder Of Souls Poem by T'Asia McCain

You put my soul under lock and key

The beauty is gone like a leafless tree

You take no care with your cold rough hands

The souls have run ragged due to your demands

What you do with my soul I care not

It feels nothing for it has gone through alot

But it seems to remember the light it once seen

And to see it again is all it can dream

So if you have a soul I beg to you please

Take care of my soul and return its leaves