this poem is something that hurts from the heart
something deep such a wound can be revealed.
but would rather be kept privately stored away
seeing the meaning in all things good or bad.
looking in a place that has little to do with heart
souls are also lost in the whirlwind of empathy.
mine own soul has yet to be captured, still unfound
used to be romantic at heart, now the heart has changed.
as a people of our own uncreated nation
we killed our soul and we refused to let go of death.
mine own soul died long ago and the time is the enemy.
yet time go our way sometimes but still show no love
just like this world we live in, no love left to show.
no feelings to give but most of the time are all taken
something this be not to see but yet we can't avoid it.
so yet another day to it's end and another soul easing
soul cannot rest, my soul must still fight for love
a battle i'm yet losing but not ready to give up.
so this be my beginning of my end but must i work on
........hoping, praying......
Edward Orlando Griffin