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[title] => The Torture of My Soul
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[bodytext] => The Torture of My Soul (A simple poem dedicated to many) Forgive me as my soul does have A melancholy tone, But this bitter world Gets even darker When you’re forced to cry alone— And I can only walk through life On a distant, wayward road… And hope someone will understand The footsteps of my soul. I travel down a darkened path Of a tear’s old weary street And see my peace as broken glass, As fear with stomping feet Begins to make a dreadful noise As sorrow beats its drums— The haunting voice of trembling doubt Slowly begins to hum… slowly slowly Taunting me With cruelty so cold slowly slowly Playing still— The rhythm of my soul… The shadows with a stubborn stench Of grave like fumes of pain Hold the burn of heartache’s poison And pierce me with their fangs. My veins are heavy with the flow, My plea is, “HELP ME PLEASE!” I cannot bear the agony So I fall down on my knees. I scream the sound of misery For that’s the story That has been told, And so the title has been written— “The Torture of My Soul.” The story’s told within my eyes, The tune is in my voice— My lips, they long to form a smile My heart wants to rejoice But the jury Of vengeful Sorrow’s court Says I’m GUILTY in this life! Therefore, The judge Of misery’s seed Says I’ll have NO LIGHT! Weeping is the melody Of a damaged soul like mine; A battered tune of scattered notes; The ticking of lost time… All chiming in to play my song To tell me of my woes… To say that I’m a tortured soul With nothing left to show. But they don’t know. And so… In the fog of disappointment In the traps set by shame In the woods of misfortune Through the graveyard of pain, Past the thorns of mistakes Beyond the fire of my dread Somewhere there is light, So I’ll march on ahead, As I’m tortured And I’m weary, I’m damaged, And I’m battered, My soul may be torn, My peace may be shattered, My burdens may be heavy And I… I’ll have to crawl But I’ll get there…to the light. I’ll make it through it all. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 21 [informant] => tswilkins [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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