With A Dead Soul Poem by Gert Strydom
With A Dead Soul
For most things in life
there’s a cure.
People look at their bodies
and go to a gym,
or climb quickly into a swimming pool.
If hair gets too long
its trimmed at a barber,
but for a broken heart
no healing can be found.
People live on with a dead soul,
while daily happenings blows past,
like meaningless greetings
of hello and goodbye.
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