The Soother of Souls

Sun, 10/16/2016 - 22:31 -- thea_sy

I am the soother of souls

                       The seducer of the broken

I breathe in their pain

                   And breathe out their ointment

 

Yet

     They come back

Back and back and back

 

No ending

 

Always wanting

              Needing               The air I am

 

For I am strength

       I am power

 

I am the world they never want to leave

This poem is about: 
Me

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