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Soul's Itch

A Poem

By D. Diego TorresPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Death Triumphing over All That Is in the World..., engraving by Jerome Wierix

In Solitary hour,

when my thoughts are my only company,

danger lurks.

Across the field of my imagination,

up and over the contours of permanence,

there slinks distracting influences.

Like seeds, they find good soil in unguarded


grow up into stumbling blocks

whose roots upbraid the ramparts

that shield the soul from defilement

and destruction.

In weakness, however, I embrace the

impediment at my feet,

and, in holding it, it becomes

the forbidden thing.

It poisons my senses.

It accuses me of being untrue

and of seeking fleeting pleasures only.

Against such an indictment I have no


I am dead to rights

and dead.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

D. Diego Torres

Writer of nonfiction and fiction, voracious reader of great literature, fan of the horror genre. None of that pays very well, if at all, so I'm thankful for my day job as an institutional research analyst. I really love long weekends.

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