Tortured Soul

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by BornFree, Sep 25, 2012.

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  1. BornFree

    BornFree Well-Known Member

    Blackened tissue all that remains of a heart thats died
    Blackened cheeks from mascara as proof that someones cried
    Wheels take their place where legs once stood
    As haunting reminder of when to dance they could

    Why continue when of joy there is no more
    Only sorrow and pain filled days are sure
    Is there a reason to continue to breathe
    When loss of all hope lies beneathe to seathe

    Should there still be a tomorrow or ever after
    When silence fills the house that once knew laughter
    Is there a point to having to fight on and on
    When it seems all has been said and everything done

    Only certainty it seems is a blackened hole
    That now holds this truly tortured soul
    That knows not of any other way
    To still the storm that has left nothing to say...
  2. morning rush

    morning rush Well-Known Member

    wow very deep. I liked it alot and the title kind of caught my eye so I had to read it. I like these lines very much:

    Wheels take their place where legs once stood
    As haunting reminder of when to dance they could

    reminds me of when we get was really a heartfelt piece that I think many can relate to. thank you for sharing :)
  3. BornFree

    BornFree Well-Known Member

    Awww Thank you so much you're too kind. It means so much to know someone liked it. Hugs
  4. youRprecious!

    youRprecious! Antiquities Friend

    Yes, a very profound and brilliant poem, expressing very deep feelings, Ditsy :)

    I came across a poem the other day, that I'd like to share on here (not to steal your thread, or anything) - but it also might be a sign of hope for you in reply. It is from Thomas Merton in "The Sign of Jonas" (Epilogue)

    The voice of God was heard in paradise:

    What was vile has become precious.
    What is now precious was never vile.
    I have always known the vile as precious:
    for what is vile I know not at all.


    What was poor has become infinite.
    What is infinite was never poor.
    I have always known poverty as infinite:
    riches I love not at all.
    Prisons within prisons within prisons.
    Do not lay up for yourselves
    ecstasies upon earth,
    where time and space corrupt,
    where the minutes break in and steal.
    No more lay hold on time, Jonas My son,
    lest the rivers bear you away

    What was fragile has become powerful.
    I loved what was most frail.
    I looked upon what was nothing.
    I touched what was without substance,
    and within what was not, I am.


    The reason that spoke to me was because of my user name here, and the fact that some things that have happened in my life have been very vile.......... and yet, this has not been the end of the story, and there is abundant hope to turn things around :)
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