Weak Poem by julio anzueto

weak is my soul.
but feel no sorrow for me, for i am not wothy of sorrow,
for i have allowed my soul into weakness.
is this a curse?
I have to live,
live what is not life?
Oh better die than waste dear life in such ridiculous manner.
to live, what is not life,
is to live what is death death in life.
Dark is my heart weakened by my soul,
my soul and heart are now damped in weakness.
Weak they are, and weak, they crave not life but death.
Oh god allow me, my heart, and my soul,
Oh please allows us a new spirit,
for deep inside, my heart, my soul, and I,
crave not death but dear life.