Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Caves of the Soul

A lonesome fear crawls through my soul
burrowing through craters of love-lust,
A battered, broken spirit huddled away
shudders at the smell of loneliness,
it's breath caught in momentary shock

It seems want of solitude and loneliness battle
Absolute contentment makes me a hermit
wanting to be far from all man and life
While a fear of loneliness burrows past
frightening me with close encounters

Weary and cold, it seems my blood stills
The course in my veins has ceased,
my poor heart loath to see another tear
churned forth from the fountain in me
Let the fountain in my soul be settled!

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2011