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Poem Details
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| Title: | Reflective Soul |
| Author: | Tobey |
| Date Submitted: | 6/3/2014 |
| Email: | tyz_12@hotmail.com |
| Poem: |
Its funny, A great echelon awaits those... Who can weather the distance of self-reflection, Of self-affliction and the constant society of hate... It seems a endless cycle of perseverance and perception; is what is required for fulfilment... Yet I feel... As though, my soul had been ripped apart... With shards of crystalline pain... their eyes, their words, their touch... why oh why... Is this how my soul will reflect my life... suffering and pain... no gain, but endless wondering and trying to grasp for a hopeless future... I will say this, No matter the time that passes... my wounds will heal... but the scars won''t... I will forever be branded, the mark of the unworthy, the weird... the unloved. My reflection of my soul... is now but glass, shallow, faint and transparent... no depth to me anymore... but a lifeless husk, of no where land and unlikely tales... Keep dreaming kid, it''ll be over soon... it''ll be over... soon.... |