Departed Soul

Goodbye to all warmth I've ever found

Running, falling, fading away, 

I seem to have an itch with every word you say.

Now I'm begging with my soul, "Please, won't you stay?"

"My, oh my, how ironic we are.

 Twas mere moments ago you sold me away."

"Now you're broken, sitting with your sign on the side of the road."

It reads, "I've had and lost it all, but still... I lust for gold."

"Good luck on your travels, may you rue each passing day!"

He grins and tells me, "From now on, nothing in your life will stay."

So I watched as my soul flew off, and on lamplit streets,

behind a scuffling of feet,

I beg.

For my life to matter and my death to be mourned.

But, any hope I muster is swiftly met with spit,

and ground into the sidewalk. I'm scorned.

God's hand never reaching the cold, barren pit,
Or the leaking slit.

Where once my soul did escape.

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