My demented soul

May 27, 2009
By Anonymous

My soul just sat there,
Sat there so cold and dark,
Waiting for someone to set it free,
Let it release its feeling,
But it was trapped,
In an evil body.

The thoughts I made,
The notes I wrote,
Were just an attention call from my soul,
Telling me it was being ill treated,
That it needed some love,
And well earned care.

It started to rip and tear at my heart,
Until it took over all of my emotions,
Making my head spin,
And my eyes blur,
My stomach started to wrench,
Until my soul was finally released into the wild.

My broken soul,
My torn heart,
Working together to ruin me,
To create a stir in my life,
That would haunt me forever,
And never leave my thoughts.

As my soul pulsated inside my heart,
I sat and cried,
Alone, lonely and in the dark,
Until I saw a light,
A bright, inviting light,
At the end of a long, hard to reach tunnel.

I suddenly realised,
That the light was one of the things in my life,
That I will never reach,
I became depressed,
And disheartened,
Then I finally gave up.

My soul grew bigger,
More charred with the fire inside me,
That would always be there,
That couldnt be eqstingueshed,
It would just grow bigger,
And burn me more and more on the inside.

In the mist of my body,
My soul just floated,
In mid air,
Nowhere to go,
Everywhere it was unwanted by everyone,
Until every-one rejected it.

My head got hotter,
I started to sweat and cry,
Tears of sadness and willingness,
To make sure that my soul would never be released,
So it couldnt hurt anyone I loved,
Anyone to whom I care.

The author's comments:
My inspiration for this peice was my deppression.

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on Jun. 8 2009 at 12:00 am
xXsmileXx PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Your dreams only become intangible when you stop reaching" ~me ;)

Jaw-dropping, heart-stopping, GENIUS! I LOVE this poem! I could relate to it and the word choice was amazing. Please keep writing!

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