Shattered pieces have consumed my thoughts. <br />Strong words keep manoeuvring around this spirit. <br /> <br />You left with no words to say, but the wind hitting your feet and the dust shattered your lost soul. <br />How could someone without a sight of dignity run, but yet find complete fooliness in th energy in a lost cause? <br /> <br />A broken spirit that chases a bad habit cannot satisfy the mind, but satisfy the flesh for a seasonal moment for it's own purpose. <br />Pain is driven so deep into the heart the memories are never washed away with glorious promises. <br /> <br />I accept forgiveness in the manner of wanting to get rid of happiness, that has not been there for you, but I have faith for what shall come to sustain the love I gave for this martial disposition.<br /><br />Cheri Odom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eyes-to-the-soul/
