Watering the Soul

My tears fill the hole that she left behind

I built it inside my soul, where she was enshrined

My chin sitting upon my chest feeling confined

Fog covers the dark street where I walk resigned

 

Mutual friends cross the street in advance

Passing with their loud whispers and piercing glance

Looking up from their footfalls and my trance

I wave with a smile under these circumstances

 

Twisting and turning trying to find the crack

When we talked, it became personal attacks

Things were put aside that used to be whacked

Watching two people turn each other’s heart black

 

Striping new wires to try and connect

Amperage too high, another reject

Nothing left to do with too much to expect

Boarding up the hole and my soul now introspect

 

 

© 2012 Michael Yost 08/30

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3 responses to “Watering the Soul

  1. Giving a smile of no circumstance…. Nice.

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  2. Thank you. It gave me a smile after reading it… to all those writing I’ll try and get the answers finished tomorrow night.

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  3. I love this poem!

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