Soul and Spine

Contributed by Robert Lyons

The needle full the plunger pulled Pain relieved but for a minute fool The space within deep as a pool

It can’t ever be filled with those sorts of tools

The terror is cruel but the answer not neat

Weeping accounts of trauma steeped with the self harm of rage greets the one who wont turn the page

Face the fear, your deceits creep into mind as you mull over the reasoning behind the choices made time after time

Cross over the line and inspect your soul, accept what you hate and fill the mold

Living half a life ruled by your deeds leads you into abyss, listless and scorned

Know thyself is what you’re told

But when adorned with truth you can grab ahold of the devil and boldly go up his spine into Heaven’s fold to revel in completeness

Your soul not sold