Reading through my old blogs and comparing them to what I have recently written,
I find the absence of a soul.
I've gained so much
And somewhere, poetry was lost.
The movement that whispered through the syllables
With silent grace
Or broken anguish...
Was carelessly replaced
With perfect punctuation,
You feel the absence of a soul
Deep in your gut
And in the hollow where the heart
Where golden light
It's about time I taught this soul to sing again.