Injured Soul

by Lonely Rider   Apr 7, 2008


White marbelled ceiling,
lights turned on..
staring at them,
is a soul weared down..
finds no solace...
finds no respite..
that was a hard bargain,
unregretful despite..
What is left -
an injured soul and
painful tears...
screaming aloud..
if only anyone could hear..

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cara

    I love this one. u are realli talented in
    taking words and making them ur own.
    if that makes sense.
    xx

  • 16 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Welcome to the poetic side of the world.
    Great poem, i liked your selection of words and pattern of writing.

    all the best and take care

  • 16 years ago

    by Hear You Me

    I love the way you appeal to the senses in this one. the imagery is perfect and: "screaming aloud..
    if only anyone could hear.."
    is so powerful

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