Haiku for the Soul

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Souls become unjust
our energy flowing through
words without remorse.

Break free from trauma
disbelief is a blanket
blissfully silent.

Create anarchy
inside your own soul-matter,
break the chains of fear.

Indulge in wanting,
heal through intimate splendour,
drown in heartfelt words.

How do you hate love?
It creates comfort and calm
when all seems so lost.

Try hard to stay open
when memories start to burn,
chase serenity.

Waiting is painful
when you have so much to say
but no words suffice.

I have guilt to show
but uninterest is rife,
how do I explain?

You will always be
a blanket around my soul,
a fleeting comfort.

I will disappear,
but only for you, sweetheart.
Mystery unsolved.

Find me when you see
the plethora of beauty
in the words I write.

I do this for you,
for a fraction of a smile.
Show me one last time.

Rivers flow through you,
syllables are the water,
let them cleanse your heart.

Grant me that release
of words spoken from your lips,
their meaning undone.

Name yourself a queen,
rule over a kingdom burned.
The ash will reform.

Crisp yet unending,
a breeze all too uneven.
Blind love washed ashore.

Sail seas wrought with hate
on a ship made from regret.
Your own doing, love.

Revitalise it,
that curiosity lost.
Be puzzled again.

I digress, I lied.
Unimportance runs rampant,
this problem is null.

You return to just
a fantasy I enjoyed,
something, distraction.

Yes, a distraction,
and a clever one at that.
A prison no more.

You will return soon,
emotions are addictive.
I am sure of it.