Lost, One Soul - by Sandy McIntosh

I lost my soul in a fit of temper
I threw it at somebody's head
and slammed out
without a second thought

      Then I dumped it in a wastebin 

      along with a love I said I was finished with

I sandpapered my spitit

with a million

bitter barbs

and sent it into orbit

and substituted

guilt instead

      My soul went cold

      with memories of old friends and kin

      who never expected

      to be neglected

      and resolutions

      I'd eluded

Then one day I went to feed it 

and it was gone

and now I hear it howling

in the wind outside

in the nights

in the hills

        and I get the chills inside

and hide in something that's not important

and it's four in the morning before I can get warm enough

to weep enough

to fall asleep