The Dying Soul Poem by Daniel Mentor

I am surrounded by darkness
Empty Hopeless darkness
Everything I think is mocked by everything I do
All day, emptiness and guilt boo
Even a poet cannot tame his own demon

But I need must fight
Life is desirous quite
If it demands artillery I won't spare
Morality or norms won't care
The artillery of my will still lives

Pretty lots of good things I've done
Now the devil in me has all undone
But my dying soul still cries
I don't mind God if chastise
Even Providence knows my Archille's hills

But who is death that I should fear?
He can't dare, my soul is dear
He is nothing but a chance to escape
That freedom it does elate
But the soul, it cannot die

THE DYING SOUL BY DANIEL MENTOR