My Naked Soul Weeps

Have you ever listened
to a soul speak,
naked, bare, stripped
Of expectations and hope?

My naked soul weeps,
battered and torn, It sought
Salvation, it needs light..
It screams its torment.

Stripped of expectation,
hope, flown, retreated.
Little remains. A barren
wasteland of a once man.

Where lies sleep? Rest
deprived, the light dying
Nothing soon to remain,
bared beyond the bone.

My naked soul, reaches
out, It grasps nothingness
It lets out a final spark, hope?
Then fades, gone, now dark.