Crumbled Soul

A crumpled soul tossed to the wind is how I feel some days. Restlessly being tossed on its currents with no outstretched hand to grasp and bring me down. I drift day and night with no sight of home as my lonely heart beats afar crippled by my conscience and from horrors I feel I've done in the winding road of my past. I may not have killed or maimed anyone. But I feel that I have done. Anything I have done was to prevent suffering and done out of love. But their emptiness in my life makes me feel that way. 28 May 2016