The soul knows it is standby equipment.
Some days for it are not days at all,
because it stays in its box,
uninvited to the world.
The soul has suffered all it can stand
And it has promised itself,
the next time you betray it,
watch out.
But the soul stands now by your grave for you
and all that waiting is forgotten
it only knows it misses you
and it howls.
Ooooo! Beautifully written and very, very relevant. Glad you're back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your musings on 'the soul' are fascinating...what a journey...you capture the ride so beautifully.