Winston Edgar Hall
The Itch Beneath My Soul - Poem by Winston Edgar Hall
Want to know what bothers me?
What itches beneath my soul..?
Ill give you a hint, I'll let you see
How I set my one, true goal.
Who can tell me what I need
To get what I want in life,
Besides myself, for you can't read
How my hearts been cut with a knife!
Yes, I'm a man, I will live
And know this for a fact..
You have what I need, but cannot give,
How shall I stay intact?
Empty emotions, half-hearted acts,
Who will really care?
I would give you all devotion
To keep you from despair!
Of course you'll realize, in the end
When life has taken it's turn.
When present is past, hearts amended
And all we can do is learn.
So this is the reason why I should stay
In a box and keep to myself,
Though I won't try to keep you away..
Will you come down from your shelf?
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