Poem: Soul

I am the self-consumer of my woes
The bed of my depression
I am the heart of a life that beats
The seat of my regression
I am the hope that burns within
The heat of my transgression
I am the demon that tempts me still
The soul of my oppression
I am the man that will not give in
The hope of my suppression
I am the hands of peaceful fate
The well of my aggression
I am the smile on a face with tears
The deceit of my expression
I am the sin of empty thoughts
The redeemer of my confession
I am the clock of future years
The focus of my progression
I am the whole of a living soul
The core of my possession.

Poem: Grey Matter

My brain
My cortex
My neural tissue
My lobes
My nerves
My thinking
My reasoning
My memories
My guilt
My depression
My fear
My happiness
My anger
My joy
My desire
My feelings
Myself