The Day my soul died

I wrote this when I was sad.

As I walk in the room, hearing voices,
wondering if they're real or just memories of my past,
Sadness falls,
As I hear those voices grow louder.
I notice a tear run down my face,
wondering where my heart was when this happen.
I remember the day my soul died,
I feel as if the lord above is laughing,
with each passing day of my pain.
Why is it the good die young,
and the evil live long?

As the voices fade, I feel alone,
No one to hold.............when I feel the pain.
No one to smile with..............when I laugh.
No one to feel inside of me................................
As our souls meet in the darkness.........
Because you see.............

No one is there.

Dedicated to Loss
3-12-97
Written By Jay Spaan
© www.jayspaan.com

Author's Note

Years ago a woman approached me online after reading this poem, she asked if she could read it at the funeral of her child. I was surprised to reread this poem with that thought in mind and finding it more fitting for that, then my petty loss.