The soul weeps <br />stripped of its wings <br />it falls upon an <br />abyss <br /> <br />it is dark there <br />and it is struggling <br />to get out <br />from its prison <br /> <br />the soul howls <br />like a dog in the <br />night <br />as though <br />it lost its <br />master <br /> <br />thus it is in <br />poetry <br /> <br />the soul calls for <br />God <br />who is not <br />there anymore.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-poetry-5/
