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My Soul |
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Laurenel Junior Member
since 2003-03-12
Posts 17Georgia, USA |
Screams echo across the barren waste that is my soul Endless miles of cracked dry earth studded with thorny weeds A harsh white sun looks down uncaring and unmercifully A woman cries as she holds the remains of her child Her jutting ribs showing that she would soon join the little one I look on the scene with eyes to dry to cry and a heart to cold to care Each day the sun grows hotter, the ground dryer Every day another person in my life dies a slow death I am powerless to stop it A child cries out to me to help it, a child I knew and once loved Now I just look sadly as its hands grasp at empty air I try to block out the pleading, I try to ignore it It tears at me, ripping another hole in the canvas of my life Yet I cannot accept it, I push the child away, I am alone I cannot help anyone else, when I cannot help myself Every day I my soul grows a little bit colder Each day I draw a little bit closer to death I lack the will to change The silence is worse than the screaming and crying The heavy emptiness that fills the void after each death I stand back and try to accept it yet it weighs on my heart I fear the day the silence is complete and all sound dies I am grateful for the sun, even though it’s harsh The day it dies, darkness will reign supreme I will sit in my world alone surrounded by silence My soul will be completely dead, a frozen wasteland I’m terrified of the inevitable |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Dark indeed but very good |
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