The Eyes To The Soul
Shattered pieces have consumed my thoughts.
by Cheri Odom
Strong words keep manoeuvring around this spirit.
You left with no words to say, but the wind hitting your feet and the dust shattered your lost soul.
How could someone without a sight of dignity run, but yet find complete fooliness in th energy in a lost cause?
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.
Pain is driven so deep into the heart the memories are never washed away with glorious promises.
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.