At The End, Let The Spirit Soar

times drags.
the shoulders of man begins to stop.
a heaviness hangs upon the
edges of the heart
immobilizing love
passions numb
life melts
hope shrinks
body rots, stinks,
bones turn to dust
and then the spirit
begins to soar.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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