This Injured Soul Poem by Asadollah Keshavarzi
This Injured Soul
The sore in my soul!
I never let you dry
Leave alone being healed
I never let you be a mere scar
I rub salt in you
To make you ever fresh and blood dripping
I rose from this bed with a tired flesh
Drunk with a mixed cocktail of sweet dreams and nightmares
Am I doomed to this eternal grief?
Sour odor of sore smelled.
Soul awaken from a nightmare or sweet dream Broken heart falling spirit scream Soul awake in the middle of night Only see dark with no other colors Soul wake up in the morning Will freshen the new start.. You will eternal sad if you choose dark But you ignore the presence of morning light Your soul can be heal, just see the reason you being here Tell me where's your soul reside, it is non matter but it hurt might Wake up in the morning and leave pain in the dark.._Unwritten Soul
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4/23/2024 3:24:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
thank you soul for your reply