by Karla Hernandez

Created on: July 16, 2009

My soul withers,

This empty place

Stays with me

Like a plague.

I'm just a misfit,

In a world of ordinaries

The way of my soul

Seemingly obvious

In my tears,

In my joys

Empty I feel,

There is no hope

I cannot see it

I am blind to my joys

If joys there be

Maybe I am to be

An experimental spirit

No hearth, no belonging

Wandering in angst

Will it ever be me?

Surely one can save me

But one does not call

I must salvage myself

My savior is me

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