lost soul

poem by: Paris Marceau
Written on Mar 06, 2017

Drifting clouds float,
Like heavy bombs that are untouched.
Too many shadows.
Too many voices.

The soul seperates good and bad.
The mind acts on evil and madness,
Deep below such sadness.

One, two, three...
That's all it takes to punish me.

Sometimes the air,
You can not breath.
You need a survivors mind,
So you can have a soul
And keep it sweet.

A drifting soul,
Overpowers human beings,
That are so cold.

 

Tags: dark,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
You have thought deeply before writing this poem, but it makes the reader think too,excellent.
Maria Williams commented:
Your strengths lie within your soul. A good strong poem

 

 

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