THE RAGING OF MY SOUL
Let’s talk my friends. I come from a closely knitted family. However, my Life is an Irony, For I am a lonely child accustomed to sitting in the dark; I live in a house filled with people and I know that nobody sees me: I assume I am just a slave where other kings dwell. My heart tells me I am loved. Yet my mind tells me not to desire too much. The unfathomable anguish my soul passes through is too deep for my understanding. My soul longs for a Love that will ravage me; A love that will fill up the sparseness of my soul; My heart desires an affection that will engulf the totality of my being. The changes that accustomed teenage hood, All collided to introduce emotions that were foreign to me. Making me hunger more for an 'insatiable kind of love', And I almost believed I was 'lusting after love'. My desires for such a love, is beyond mere words. And my vocabularies cannot find that very word to describe the longing within. The battles of my heart have