no longer shine
eyes brimful of
tears, eyes brimful
of fears; OF THE SOUL
oppression resides.
Lips, prisoner to
what troubles be.
Darkness, doubts,
denials….worthy the
dreaded misery.
OF THE SOUL a
suicide indeed,
for ’tis not thy worth
by which thy should
be approved but for
thy beauty of humbled
heart, soul and mind
many fail to see;
loving wonder of thee.
OF THE SOUL proof
not a need be, ’tis thy
words and actions OF
THY SOUL beauty.
©️6/11/21.
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