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?
Will losing my soul
Finally end the misunderstood anguish
And set me free?
A poem by Amy Clapp
May 27, 2018
Published by Amy Clapp
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Hi great reading yyour post
Thanks Eddie! I hope you enjoy some of my other missives and musings as well.