Soul Hunting...

Poem By Ashhy Quebedeau

digging deep into my soul
i feel like my sanity is being pulled
out of my body and being replaced with insanity, lost, emptiness
and many more feelings i wish not to have

I ask myself these simple little questions
why am i turning so dark inside
that my heart is turning black as midnight
and that it will never be back to its healthy self

Wondering how im getting through this tough time
i turn to my vanity mirror..
to show me answers to my sorrowful soul

I look straight into my deep ocean blue eyes
and see that something else is taking over
seeing my eyes glaze as the darkness takes over my soul

Anger rises from me
and i throw the mirror onto the tiled floor
hoping it breaks into a million little pieces
so that i dont have to ever see deep inside of my soul again.

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