Black Poetry : When Souls Die

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  1. Heartbeat

    Heartbeat Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Strange is the feeling
    When your soul is dying
    Helplessly you watch
    As you keep on trying

    Heart and mind
    Understanding the transition
    But so delicate the soul
    Fragile in composition

    The signals are there
    In all that’s not said
    The soul the last to know
    It sleeps on a death-bed

    The mind will think through this
    The broken heart will mend
    But what of the soul
    As its life nears the end

    BE

    © Bruce H. Edwards, 2001
     
  2. Kitana

    Kitana Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    there is deep thought within this piece BE....

    if we lose our soul, we are lost...

    but a hurting/dying soul is surely the most difficult to heal..because it is not just a part of us, but who we are...all of us

    K
     
  3. Heartbeat

    Heartbeat Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    You got it Ms K. Thanks for feeling this.

    BE
     
  4. Bert

    Bert Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This spoke

    to me of many things. Thoroughly enjoy reading your work.

    BRB
     
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