Skin deep, no more
My spirit seeks, it doesnt soar
Ankle-chained to granite flesh
This was inspired by a short that ms. Gothiquefae wrote and shared with me. The piece was very emotional.
Skin deep, no more
My spirit seeks, it doesnt soar
Ankle-chained to granite flesh
This was inspired by a short that ms. Gothiquefae wrote and shared with me. The piece was very emotional.
Categories: Philosophy · Religion · life · poetry · random · thoughts · writing
Tagged: soul, spirit
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gothiquefae // March 3, 2008 at 8:41 am |
Actually straydog, anyone can now read The Prison. I posted in on my blog under the stories tab. Anyway glad you’re back and this poem really captured the essence of my story, thanks dude! :)
Gothique