They Feel It In Their Souls Poem by james watkin

They Feel It In Their Souls

In a swirl of torment
A disturbed air's
How these, for its grieved curse
Have passed life through.
- but down in that deep place
Who've felt them felled:
A soul's. Who's own noisy skied heights
Hell's, reflect, do.

Sunday, September 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: soul,pain
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