SPITE OF LOST SOULS

A POEM BY: FRIEDA LOPEZ

Lost souls drowned in the void of normality, quick to ridicule those with the brightest of light. In uncertainty and conformity through the uncertainty of oneself. Laugh through insecure ignorance of blindsight.

A false sense of self gained through common knowledge, an epiphany that has not yet evolved. Codependency by choice of validation from those who lost their way as originality slowly dissolves.

Laughter from those purposely becoming lost, now curious through spite. They are still mocking those with the brightest of light.

Common knowledge now possessed, a carbon copy with hope in a weary, empty life seeking salvation. Originality is found through the tales of others that never manifest, trapped in a circle of their own damnation.

Family curses reign with history repeating cycles, struggling to find their flight. Fear turns into anger from a lost soul to those who choose to still shine so bright.

Published by Frieda Lopez at Frieda the Writer

Frieda López is the writer for Journey of an Unraveled Road who was born and raised in San Antonio, TX. Through her professional career in Customer Relations and Retail Management, she has utilized her experience and interactions with the behavioral patterns, which was used to start her personal journey with Journey of A Unraveled Road as her debut novel. She has completed philosophy, psychology, and theology courses at San Antonio College as well as creative writing courses. Frieda López has been a lifelong writer since 2nd grade. A survivor of childhood trauma, childhood abuse, and domestic violence, she wrote this piece, which started this book as her personal journey; works from home in San Antonio, TX. View more posts