Soul Target

She will have to share my pain

A basement bargain for all these games

Scot free negligence in all its bliss

Where shifty endeavors always miss.

Dried up county once felt so lush

Now feels of ghost town, no daily rush

Just intuition as a catch-all funnel

For personal values and hidden tunnels.

Replacement heart now falling through

Emotions like sky, now fade to blue

Just biding time till death do us part

My soul, the target. Her words, the dart.

But that soul was cryin’ when first we met

Now those tears paint pictures I can’t forget

While her memory haunts me from atop a shelf.

I decline in darkness all by myself.