The soul,
a black hole
that absorbs
all pain,
will never be full.
Bully life
keeps pounding strife,
again and again.
The soul wins more
as the body weakens,
sucks in life
to its very core,
answers the mind
without ever speaking,
a silent force
that is the spirits roar.
Sally Plumb Plumb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirit-25/
