I have no soul...

Voices cry out to us every day. Do we ever really hear them?

I have no soul…

I am dust

              No magazine face

                              FACELESS

I am mud

              No hands of grace

                              NAMELESS                     

I am hunger

              No bed of lace

                              HOMELESS

I am blood

              No resting place

                              HELPLESS

Do I even have a soul…in your eyes???

 

Author's Note

Tried to be a little more experimental than my other poems to try and reach a more subconscious level of pain and fear.

Reviews

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Voices speak to us. "Do I even have a soul...in your eyes?"-those are the things I will consider most when picking contest (The Other Shop) winners.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Faceless, Nameless, Homeless, Helpless

We find it so easy to write a check and send it off to a foreign country in need, when on our way to the mailbox we pass so many people who need our help and compassion. We all came into this world the same way and so we will all leave it. Every person deserves our respect. No one was born with money in his pocket and, when we die, we sure can't take it with us. Even a passing smile can mean a great deal to someone who has nothing good going on in his life!

[Dushyant Thadani]

This is such a unique piece of work... Every line hits our soul and asks us a question... Great job Craig...

[Sakib]

Wow!!! So unique. Just awesome.

[cest la vie]

No long review.


Fantastically Brilliant!!!

[MIA ST. PAUL]

This is so unique and different from any thing I've see here so far. Great job you have my vote!

[crashandburnplz]

Oh wow. I love this. :]

Great creation.

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

Great write! I read it four different ways! I love the format and the "experimentation" that you've taken on, and you used an incredible subject of hardship! An amazing piece!

[Saturnalia]

Really nice. I love how it ends. At first, by the title, I thought it'd be one of those "No one likes me, blah blah blah" poems, but this is expertly done. It rings so true. All of these people we hear about every day, and we barely acknowledge that they're PEOPLE just like us. They're just nameless people on the streets. This has a really strong message that is portrayed so well in your words.

Thank you for entering this in my contest!