old soul
Montag, Juni 23rd, 2008Spots of salt are cracking dry
where once the flow dripped off the chin.
Teardrops gone their final journey
from a tear sac that is parched.
Once they wept and cryed to sleep
but life took the water from the eyes.
The heavy feeling in the heart
pushed down the hopes within.
Sunken fears keep pulling from below
and wish to take the soul with them.
A soul so tiered from of a way
cut to the quick so many times.
So it sets out to a journey with no return
to a place unreachable.
The ballast of life still slowing down
but the end before the eyes.
Settle down old worn out soul
lay your head down somewhere nice.
Cry once more and cry out loud
and then rest for eternity.






