The eyes within,

Search for the soul,

The soul that protects an individual from all harm.

That soul doesn't seem to be with me,

Or even near me,

Sometimes I think this soul doesn't exist,

I look at others with their good fortune,

And wonder…

This soul that I speak of

Is supposed to protect me,

Be with me,

And guard me.

Now I feel like I'm burning,

My problems tearing away at my flesh,

Silently screaming,

Though no one comes to help,

That soul is no where in sight.


Come help me,

My guardian angel.