I am stuck
my head is burning up, my legs
won’t take me anywhere, the pins
in my hair to tame Medusa’s snakes
crawling there makes me look more
like the Witch of Endor
Leopard-crawling, unwillingly,
down the passage, doing that being
already too much; staring at the words
of my text, realizing there is something
wrong, my soul is gone…
My life is redolent
with strange events,
my spirit leaving just like this,
it is most unfair!
I’m dead and nobody knows,
nobody cares, this empty husk
must pull me through this day,
every empty moment cold
and grey…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-is-gone/
