BABY SOUL | THE POETESS | Poem | 2020
I walk aimlessly
Through shadowed seas
Entwined in my thoughts
Like a dead living fairy
I see the grounds
I see the sky
I see my soul stuck
Within the world’s bounds
A cry, who’s that?
A thwack a thud
Someone resisting
Resisting men’s thwart
I see a baby
Delicate and soft
With white pure light
In something dark and shady
A civil war it seems
The body and soul
The drops and ocean
The sun and beams
A need to be free
A wish to go
A greed of another
Falling leaves of a tree
But as the leaf descends
And kisses the ground
The tree is haunted
Of approaching dead ends
My thoughts a ball
Of wool and the cat
My soul mews
My ego standing tall
My soul pushes
Against my body
And I stop resisting
So out its gushes
Finally free
He breathes in
Warms up cuddles to himself
And again is the baby
~THE POETESS
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