Soul poem 83,482

In case it was not obvious

I am a man with a broken soul

Broken hearts are capable of hope

Souls know the backstory

Seen it before, the blueprints in the backrooms

This pattern is immutable like fingerprints in a trial

Even when the body changes the evidence rearranges

To fit the smudge

Prayer, weeping in meditative child’s pose

Hungering to convince one’s self that God exists

For a fraction of time to feel that a home is somewhere in this now here

Wanting to feel the innocence of ignorance like a young soul

Back-burned fields and love’s torment

Sticking fingers in the grinder one at a time

Because the entire hand would shorten the pain

As if to feel alive for a moment did not bend in the spectrum

That the only emotion that still registers is ache

Wanting what gets close and then like magnetism repulses

Bouncing back as the poles start to align in similarity

The paradox of a soul that knows how this story will bleed into the next

Star after star vibrating hoping for the light of God

To show an anomaly comet to surprise like a shining angelic beacon

That this soul had not seen it all

Just because the hope was placed in its bin of known destruction

It was not to be in this iteration as if a platform for the station

Could abide some here for the other to take the ticket and sit along side

The moon came to meet the sun and smiled at his audacity 

To stay close those nights writing tales

The empty, the empty, oh my the empty