Suicide of the Soul...

I took the last lonely road to the bridge,

My reputations and feelings were under His siege,

Looking back i could see the saline droplet fall,

But now it makes no difference after all,

 

The ripples were gone and it was all still,

Underneath the skin i could no more feel,

It never knew about the ocean beneath,

Souls, hungry, covered under the sheath,

 

It couldn’t swim but it could flow,

Of little use.... i should know,

It went into the darkness... pieces falling apart,

I had to quit for i could no more start,

 

This wasn’t the first time i took the plunge,

But it will be the last,

The droplet never knew its source,

Carried on with its meek force,

Hoping someday the sun will rise through the ocean,

Hopeless hopes smudged in old fashion,

The reverie will never die... the soul shall always cry,

How can i explain the ocean was so dry!

 

As i return the sun tends to fade,

The drop, weary, learns to evade,

It was dispersed in its goal,

I was in someone else’s role,

The ravages of time had taken its toll,

Should have known... it was suicide of the soul...