Holes in My Soul
written by: Jose Alfredo Silva
In exchange for luxuries and riches, over time, I sold pieces of my soul to a tall and chisel-faced man. Doing so left many holes in my soul. I still walk strong, but in this earthly world, my soul is weak, and I can’t remember when these deals began. The hell that awaits me is eternal. No fireman can put out the fire, for the flames are not external.
To turn back time, or to temporarily freeze it, is something I wish I could achieve. If I could, I would cleanse my soul of all my sins, and erase all the damage and pain I imposed on others for my own gain. Unknowingly and without benefit to them, I left holes in their souls.
I would be lying if I said that I did not enjoy selling bits of my soul, and closing the deal. The admiration and prestige that the luxuries and riches gave me, although false and temporary, is something I always wanted to feel.
At the time, I did not think of the future. Today, my future is here, and I know that my end is near. I do not remember where or how I made this deal. At times, from a distance, I see the man. He is still tall. His image is dark, and his once chiseled face no longer holds a figure.
To avoid him, some may attempt to pray, as they turn and walk away. I know better. I can’t get away. The time has come for my debts to pay.
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- Fin De Año - December 31, 2024
