“Sold of the Spirit” (Poetry)

“Sold of the Spirit” is about the child I always will, and will forever be, even as I grow old. It was originally titled “The Stoned Immaculate” – as I was super high on creativity back in November 2012.

Suddenly felt so cold 

I never felt less bold

Can no longer read

Decipher the letters

Because of the creased fold

No longer accepting

“Under consid’ration”

No more inspiration 

From satellite stations

No longer consid’ring 

All the plights of nations

Nor tales of conspiring

Life should be simpler now

Since I sold my soul, I’m

In between dimensions

Slip’d into afterlife

And incoherent dreams

To never again wake

Once considered useful

This unfavor’ble mind 

Thinks up a new fable

Somewhat like a child

Plays below a table

With fantasies wild

Grow older I will not

As I play no longer

But as my foolish tales 

Gain unfavor’ble labels

And my soul drains weaker

My pen grows mightier


Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.

3 thoughts on ““Sold of the Spirit” (Poetry)

  1. I really like this. I felt floaty in a sort of way.. As though earthly disappointments cannot kill the spirit or its creativity; one just simply floats away from it because it can’t be damaged in the sphere it belongs to. Just my little feeling reading it.

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