A Soul Well Wasted
A Soul Well Wasted
by Chelsey Shellabarger
A soul that’s wasted.
A breath that’s gone.
She’s been battling this enslavement
for far too long.
She always says she’s sorry.
She promises she’ll try.
She kneels down in prayer
as she looks up to the sky.
She’s in agony,
but she just can’t stop.
She shoots the drugs
until she drops.
She loses hope.
She lost her spirit.
Her soul howls out,
but you just can’t hear it.
She gradually let’s go.
She’s slowly dying.
She takes her final breath.
It was just too satisfying.
Her soul is departed now,
wasted away.
Heroine it was,
that casted her astray.
This poem is about:
Our world