My Soul to Keep

In the forest there is a house.

Not a thing in there, nor deer nor mouse.

This is the place where I reside,

And where the souls will arouse.

This is the place where souls will hide.

I watch the ghosts, stand by their side.

I am the one who keeps the souls.

This choice is not mine to decide.

The part I play is a great role,

But in my heart there is a great hole.

And in the dark I start to weep,

For my heart is as black as coal.

Yet through it all I fall asleep,

And then I hear them whisper deep,

My soul to keep, my soul to keep.

My soul to keep, my soul to keep.

~This is a poem I wrote earlier in the year for a class project.

~Mason Brubaker