Broken Soul
Emptied my bottle of sorrow,
Too many drinks I have spilled,
For I watched the world thorough,
And admitted my sins to guilt.
The soul I’ve lost was broken,
I’m not sure how it left somehow,
And I sat and watched my life sullen,
In too many virtues I failed to vow,
It shows on my face, red lips stolen,
In pale face, watch my veins for now,
I’m ugly in defeat,
Sitting in my chair to cow,
Ate my body weight in complete,
Then purged my stomach,
Air to allow,
Teeth gone rotten,
Each day I watched in the mirror,
Help me God, for I’ve gotten,
All my sins darkened and clearer,
Cuts all over turned stubborn,
Cried my heart’s content, It’ll be over soon,
The promise from the night and crimson moon,
Will be mine and I’ll disappear,
The end is coming,
It’s not beautiful, Nor its safe from fear,
But I’ll wait,
Just as I am in time,
To evaporate with my final tear.
Excerpt Poem from Red Spider Lilies | Poetry Book | https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Y3XFV31/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5
