Lost Soul Poem by Steven Federle

Lost Soul



Soul without light
he screams in anger,

curses his mother
for carving his dying flesh
from her course blood.

His darkness is complete.

He will not see
the sun
though it streams golden
through his open
door.

A prisoner,
he can only gaze
on blighted shade; he cannot stray
beyond the constrained
cell of his narrow
self.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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