Collections of The Soul

"Shadows"

Shadows of the Soul are sometimes louder than words.

 Darkness weighs down, making you feel like a caged bird.

 All those screams you give, sometimes feeling unheard. 

The pain, the suffering, it's anything you can do to make it stop. 

Longing to feel free, to fly once again, if only the darkness was that easy to drop.

 Lights flicker in the distance, warm and soft. 

You run and you run, but they never seem close enough. 

Saving yourself seems impossible, as darkness destroys from within no matter the cost.

The soul feels weak, even if the lights tell you that you're tough. 

There will be days when even the warmest of lights can't help the cold.

 Hands reaching out, but all you're grasping at is straws.

 Nothings seems to work, not even things that once made you feel bold. 

You're so tired from all the struggling, and the darkness only tightens its jaws.

 Shadows of the Soul are sometimes louder than words.

 Screaming in your head things to tear you down, and rip out your walls. 

The noise is so loud, you don't really hear anyone's concerns.

 The battle is long, and sometimes you feel like you're finally going to fall. 

You swing your bricks, but it feels like all you are swinging are sticks. 

Time to curl up in bed, and fall asleep. 

Fighting starts feeling pointless, like there's nothing you can do, all out of tricks.

 Silently praying the Shadows won't finally drag you into the deep.