Poetry Of A Lost Soul Poem by Nichole Flynn

Poetry;
The last breath inside a dieing soul;
Like an archeologist searching for that one great dig, but instead drowning in a sea of molten rubble;
Like a small child crying out in the night, groping and yearning for the nipple of a mother who’s not there;
Taking that powerful blade and slicing through the pain is like gasping for your last breathe;
Like stabbing at years of pain and loneliness, washing away the hurt, wiping away the array of heartache, drying off the tears, scraping away the crusted blood;
The one salvation for my lost soul (a misguided angel) , my medication for this inconspicuously inevitable depression, the one breath inside my dieing soul…Poetry…