My Poor Soul Poem by Laura arwen

My soul is
harmless, damn and
helpless
My poor soul
is tormented by
feelings of guilt
My soul is
imperfect but true
Probably I'll kill
to preserve my
poor soul
My soul does
not want to
grow because I
have to ensure
his safety
My poor soul
is in constant
fibrillation
It is always
under attack because
it isn't free
My soul screams
to go away,
to escape from
this place
My soul is
crazy and rustic
My soul is
extremely sensitive and
weak to with
stand continuous changes
My soul is
very happy when
it is at
home
We must have
care of our
soul everyday until
we die
I'll try to
perfect for the
better my poor
soul
My soul is
a closed box
for too curious
people
I'm preparing my
soul to huge
expenses
My soul is
too unstable for
progresses