I Sit With My Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Thinking of the past has become often as of late.

Submitted: July 12, 2012

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Submitted: July 12, 2012



At the edge of a chasm I sit with my Soul.

In quiet contemplation We look down into the darkness.

Deep in the abyss I see an image of a snippet of time long gone that I desire to change.

I lean forward and reach out for my past.

A firm hand grabs my arm and stops me from falling into oblivion.

Looking over my shoulder I see my Soul, hand grasping me tightly, and raising a derisive brow.

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