Ones Worth Poem by Luke Joseph Mckernan

I ponder the price that my soul may fetch,

Was it bartered long ago, beyond my sketch?

Alas, certainty eludes, forever we may never know,

The remnants of a deal lost in shadows' glow.

Perhaps I traded it for respite, a momentary break,

Or mercy for transgressions, a lighter heartache.

But serving a just god did me no great boon,

In this present state, my soul feels non presumed.

Disbelief clings to me, a demon's cruel tooth,

As life speeds on, leaving behind remnants of truth.

Your body, my love, was never meant to roam,

Not confined in a car, nor burdened with cloth and foam.

When you found me drowning, you extended your hand,

But what emerged from the depths was not mere man.

This entity possesses emotions, though they may confound,

Yearning for a tender touch, a world yet unfound.

In this narrative, the soul's worth is unclear,

A mystery that entices, entwining fear.