Drops Of My Soul

I wonder…..

If every teardrop that develops

Instinctively glides to my soul

Excises a fragment

Flows swiftly down my masked facade

And is lost forever?

Am I doomed to ultimately

Be rendered soulless?

I wonder……

Will losing my soul

Finally end the misunderstood anguish

And set me free?

I wonder….

A poem by Amy Clapp
May 27, 2018

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