Crevices in my soul

You could have seen right through me,
What with all those crevices in my soul.
By God, she healed me,
Sealed every last one with a kiss.
Mine was a troubled, wreaked soul,
Having been battered and tortured,
Engulfed by hatred and contempt,
And remnants of what once was love.
A dry soul.
A brittle soul.




Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2016-02-13 at 21:42

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
We all have crevices. Nice piece.
2016-02-19


Ivan R
A very good poem came out of that crevice
2016-02-16


Ashe
There is no better healer than love. A perfect love poem.
Ashe
2016-02-15