The Whole of Me
They all want parts of me, separation of body and soul, but never the whole
torn here and there, enough to despair, do I care, indeed…. deeply
it pains my weary, aching soul, cannot serve myself apart, open heart, so sweetly
stop and look into my depths, through my eyes and choose entirely or nothing at all
reflection shows the pattern, of limited consolation, and each time the desperation
left on the edge of confused belief, pull back, will not elect to be bereaved
of the whole of you, to myself I must be true, go with the gifts from me received
given by the whole of me, not the partials that you perceived to be reality
devil sits on my shoulder, edging on to be bolder, take what you can get he spits
your soul is mine, it has been from day one my love, I push him off with a shove
he sits on the shelf , red eyes burning with stealth, smiling, your soul looks divine
I tell him to fuck off, curse of my life, caused nothing but strife, you want my soul
You take me whole, or nothing at all………..
feedback van andere lezers
killea: Thank you Noel
strictly forbidden feedback: maybe the devil is the only one who takes one as a whole? The only one who remains silent as you curse and suffer and spit, the only one who lets it all be?
killea: perhaps, thanks for great FB
have you no sympathy for the poor devil June, he must be around here for ages...
killea: None whatsoever, Jan
offcourse i tkae the whole off you, wouldn't care for anything less
killea: you make me so happy!
killea: Thank you sweetheart