A Picture of a Soul
the soul consists of spots of white,
surrounded by blots of blood,
red and raw,
wounds inflicted,
but unnoticed,
or at least ignored,
beautiful the soul,
a place of peace and reprieve,
shared with no one,
his essence lives here,
protected by the scars inflicted upon the soul,
breathe deep,
smell the pain,
and the love,
sweet a soul still innocent,
rare beyond belief,
belonging only to dreamers or idiots,
a pitiful few,
still believing in purity,
for purity's sake.
Douglas Polk
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