There’s a messy hole in my soul,

Which only you can patch and mend.

The ragged edges yawn and flutter,

creating an emotional maelstrom.

A melancholic brocade takes the eye

Away from the gaping chasm…

Which is hell.

A Munch -like hell.

The scream of the whirling wind of despair,

Has lost it’s voice,

It speaks in deeds.

Help save my tattered soul.

I have no other way to turn.


copyright Dale Beck 2018

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