One Soul

I already posted this poem a while ago, but Chelsea Owens’ Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest (check it out, please) prompted me to dig this one up. So here goes:

 

Even if your silence weren’t quite so loud

If you didn’t wear it like a shroud

This pain of yours would still be mine

I counted seven, eight and nine

Ten on a scale from one to none

One soul, one life, what’s done is done

Beyond the count of time are these our fears

Under and above a show of tears

For in this sleep of life what dreams may come

Must give us pause: there’s the respect

No purpose, no cause. Yet each other we affect

One soul, one life, what’s done is done

Ten on a scale from one to none

I count to seven, eight and nine

This pain of yours is also mine

I only wish you wouldn’t wear it like a shroud

That your silence weren’t quite so loud

 

 

3 thoughts on “One Soul

    1. Thank you! I wasn’t sure whether ‘terrible’ meant bad writing or terribly heart wrenching. And then I thought “well, I guess it’s a mix of both and would definitely make my addressee run for the hills” …

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