Posted in Blues Poem

My Soul



My soul is hungry

It needs to be fed

Deprived of love, understanding

Compassion, stimulation

It strives to thrive

In a cruel world

Where people don’t care

About anyone anymore

It is a brutal place and

I am slowly sinking into the

Black hole of despair,

Riding the wave of “I just don’t care.”

My soul is so hungry

It needs nourishment

But I fear it will starve

Like all of the other


Depleted, and


Souls in the universe.

By A. Snyder



Just someone who likes good music, beer, poetry and books. I work as a third shift manager at a domestic violence shelter. I like cats. I like comedy. Love to laugh and be outrageous.

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