"The Escaping Soul"

Sunday, October 03, 2010 Heba Moeen 0 Comments

My lungs have turned to stone,
I can't breathe . . .
My heart wants a final break,
for it refused to beat . . .
My eyes are stunned
to see what normally we don't see.
They have come to welcome,
rejoicing with utmost glee . . .
My soul is finally escaping . . .
the prison it once used to be in.
Now is the time to gauge
each good deed and sin.
There is darkness . . .
with thirst I turn cold,
I didn't realise how quickly I turned old.
The white light I see . . .
is it the path that is meant to be?
Can I now face what I have avoided?
Or share my true self that now is much clouded?

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