The Soul
The soul that wonders looking for its mate every where it goes. Running into heartache, pain, and sarrow losing a piece of itself every time. The soul keeps wondering lost and confused not knowing where to go. It feels trap in the world it in not knowing what to do. The soul is filled wit anger and frustration looking to its mate. The soul will never be free until it finds the mate it seeks. The soul will wonder endlessly until it feels complete..
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.