Take my soul,
whatever that means.
It’s broken,
you’d need to find some glue.
That is love to heal
and some patience too.
It’s weak and frail.
So, please get some medicine too.
The doctor prescribed compassion
for my blues
and a little self-esteem too.
The soul is despondent and disillusioned.
It needs clarity too.
It’s a house for sale.
It needs some repair though.
It’s cheap for anyone
who’s rich in understanding too.