"Misplaced Soul"
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Here I am in this dark, shallow place;
I'm so lost, alone and confused.
It's like I'm looking out across;
a desolate barren land.
With no end in sight;
and with no existence.
I'm so retched;
and filled with dispare.
For I can no longer trust anyone;
nor trust my own thoughts.
This silence is closing in on me.
I can hear only the sound;
of my own heart beating.
I'm just an empty soul;
running up against a wall;
looking for the other side.
But, will I be afraid to connect;
with what I might possibly find.
I'm so confused;
by my own thoughts.
Am I destined to be plagued;
with my own fears.
I need to find peace;
within my inner self.
At times I feel like;
I'm a prisoner in my own existence.
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Silence still morning has come.
I'm still here, same place;
Nothing has changed.
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I'm still alone in a cold world;
full of black, full of hopelessness.
I'm trying to unleash this fear.
I'm on the brink of desperation.
Searching for my own destiny.
Waiting, for my spirit to find;
another direction.
My soul is still reaching out;
still searching, for what is real.
I need to come to reality;
in my own mind.
So my soul;
can finally be at peace.
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Will it come~
Will it come~
My soul is silent.
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Sandra Winright
Oc
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