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Blogs > kwmitz > slipping thru my fingers

torment of the soul  

kwmitz 52M
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7/4/2007 8:49 pm

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11/28/2007 12:11 pm
torment of the soul

It’s late,
The stars fill the sky,
Pinholes in the curtain of night
The moon is full and luminous in its glory
The air is strangely silent.
No birds sing to break the moment

I sit alone
The smoke from my cigarette curls lazily up from my fingers
Towards the stars
Like some ancient spirit
Released from its bonds
Taking flight to join ancestors in the night sky
How I ache for the same release
The freedom to fly
To leave the bounds of this mortal coil
And soar with spirits of ancestors amongst the stars

Ahh the freedom of flight
How I wish I could leave this cage
This prison of a body
Locked in behind barriers of the body and mind
Oh, to free my spirit, my soul.
To follow that smoke trail to the heavens
If only for a moment
For a lifetime

What would it take I wonder
To have that feeling of complete freedom?
Of course, it is all an illusion
There are no waiting spirits
There is no soaring freedom
Life is not so simple
Death even less

To live, is to endure the torment of the soul
And to overcome
That must be every mortal’s goal
To overcome the prison of the soul
And set it free.

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