Medpoet.

SONG OF THE SOULLESS.


Torn within my inside,
Bleeding within,
Shadows of yesterday still dark,
I'm thrown into the stack

Tears wipe my wounded soul,
Fears grip my blurred vision,
Like a scroll, I'm crumbled,
In wishless hope I stumbled


sorrows know not tommorrow,
They come at times no time can tell,
Throbbing our forms into hell,
With only the strength to cry

I pray for a ray of hope,
It slips through my very hands,
No rescue in sight,
Or sounds of desired insight

Moaning every morning,
Wailing each evening,
Hidden by simple voices,
My only left of noises


Left on fate's fingers,
The place where my heart lingers,
I crawl slowly to destiny,
But with eyes blinded

Those smiles left my lips,
conquered by the winds of hatred,
A mosaic of great jeopardy,
Where existence is music to the ears.