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