A Banished Soul

It’s been banished

deep inside his own soul,

a non-believer

a decider.

~

While begging

direction

all seems a regretting

inclusion.

~

Like this is supposed to happen

common rants

hopeful outcomes that then

deliberately trip on ramps.

~

An all extolling soul

would already,

having seen the cast in whole

stay at the ready.

~

Far inside the mind

a torn facade of truth

speculations unwind

– the way back to her youth.

~

Simply have to be who – they

nothing faulty

lots of convoluting slam.

leaves the soul less guilty.

~

a wisp of sweet summer fall

and the heart is clean

the soul swindling infidel

long set sail, peaceful scene.

~

Perhaps a clue, any idea

what we are talking about

who they are in the media,

instances dreamt afloat.

~

Commonality is our swoon

like life, living in a festoon.

© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

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