New Soul

March 17, 2010
A new soul has replaced my own
In it goes, fitted and sewn
The old one discarded with the potheads
No longer do i need meds

This new soul doesn't like life
Unlike the old soul, who wanted it to end
The new soul does not want a knife
To put its problems on the mend

This change of soul comes form the change of year
Thank you Gods and Goddesses your very dear
I lost hope in Her and Him
In Their mightiness, I will swim

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Sarbear This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 28, 2010 at 7:56 pm

this deserves to be in the mag.!!!


AuroraAnne replied...
Apr. 29, 2010 at 11:25 am
aww :) thanx so much! :) :) :)
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