My soul

Feet and fingers drum.
Everything is not permissible for me.
I ran into my souls open slum.
And there I saw who I was prone to be.

Twisted black and grey shades of regret.
Waved like flags at every corner.
Shivering children cold and wet.
Huddled to get warmer.

My breath was shallow as I trudged,
Through the streets of my soul.
knowing there was only one way out.
out of this sinking hole.

But I still tried every door.
My strength was small and dwindling.
And even the poor,
Had more a chance then I.

Without a breath I took a step.
Into the barren street.
So crowded and so lonely still.
I tried to train my feet.

To walk the way that real feet  can.
Across that very street.

For who could live in such a soul,
Where all I feel are lies.

I hear there is one.
Who can walk these roads.
And clear the air alone.

The only one who would venture.
Into such a fool as I.