A troubled soul I pass by night
in that troubled soul I see no light
the faintest flicker of their once bright flame
stomped into ashes, but refusing to wane
hoping once again to rise
trying not to believe its own lies
mind has taken over heart
asking darkness never to part
shedding tears with no release
their twisted game now hard to please
eyes open wide and yet still sealed
soul searching for a truth to reveal
fingers rapidly tapping the table
echoing inside a mind so unstable
burning, tearing its way outside
naively reaching for a place to hide
this quiet soul always yelling my name
as I pass by without a care to blame
all hope extinguished, all faith null
and I prepare once again for my nightly duel
- Its one of the early ones, but I still like it : )
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ReplyDeleteWow! I love all of your poems, but this one is my favorite. It is so evocative and haunting. Great job! :)
ReplyDeleteYay! Then I did my job correctly : ) I too consider this a personal favorite, its not too long (unlike, say, 'The Raven' by Poe...which I love), and paints an interesting mental picture. And thanks so much, it's nice to show an unbiased person this and actually get good responses (yay again!!)
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