My soul remains
hidden inside my mind.
I try to protect it
from the pain of this world,
as it has already
been scarred too many times
by this worlds unthinkable torture.
But I fear that my soul
will still be pained,
but by another source.
I fear it will rage
within its confinement,
and scrape at the walls
in boredom and contempt.
Contempt for me!
because I suffocated it,
and hid it away.
it thinks me a coward,
an ungrateful twit.
To have a soul,
filled with emotion and of dreams,
and hide it away within
a mound of meaningless tinkering,
instead of letting it out
and introducing the light of day
and the beauteous nights peace.
Instead of being proud of my soul,
the very soul
that has guided me
with slight mutterings
from within its cage,
I shoved it away.
