A Soul

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Twisted vision, filled with sorrow,

Nothing given, yet love borrowed,

Judgement comes on the morrow,

Release cannot be found.



Need and want always confused,

A helping hand always refused,

Selfless love always abused,

Blind to every sound.



Emotions rule the battlefield,

Seething anger the sword they wield,

Animosity the perfect shield,

Protecting an endless hole.



Looking to the past to learn,

How to stop the heart’s burn,

Bring a single chance to turn,

And search for a soul.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 11/29/98 on the back of a shoebox

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