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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Damaged Soul
2004-11-21 - 4:57 p.m.
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Damaged Soul

Damaged soul, you speak to me
Whispers and sighs aside
No loving words nor soulful hauntings
You speak to me with forked tongue
The spite dripping from your fangs

Your words
Had meaning
Long before
Now they are hateful
Cruel and tainted


Damaged soul, you speak of me
Shouts and taunts aside
No longer loud, but soft and sweet
And still so tortured
To twist the knife deeper

Your touches
Had a sweetness
Long before
Now they are glacier
Distasteful and suffering

Damaged soul, you scream at me
Blame and fault aside
No forgiveness nor words of wisdom
You violate my senses
Justifying by way of anger

Your Soul
Had a meaning
Long before
Now it is damaged
Beyond my control

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave