Rotting Soul



Encapsulated in this rotting flesh,

Spirit subdued, in need of a refresh.


Brain unfocused, vague and unrestful,

Unable to consume the wisdom to be accountable.


Emotionally inept, heart of stone swings out of time,

Eyes blurred, spattered with slime and grime.


Heart shattered, splinters pierce my aging capsule,

A void of darkness, nothing breathes amicable.


Movement becoming restricted, no longer flowing,

No future planned, no idea where this is going.


Practitioner’s time wasted, this seen by them,

Vicious circle of life, decay of life unable to stem.


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© C Webber 2017


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