Tormented souls.
Too many voices
They cry for my help
I regret my choices
But I have to shut them out
Tormented souls, all over my mind.
They smell like broken dreams
And wail the whole night
Souls, once filled with light beams,
Are now darker than the graveyard
Tormented souls all over my mind.
Whose lives were cut too short
They never saw their children blossom
Some their homes, never got to sort
They got lost along the way.
Tormented souls, all over my mind
Some gruesomely violated out of the world
Angrily shout, blaming their attackers
They yearn for the life they once held
But never can get back
Tormented souls, all over my mind.
But the ones that cry the most
Never forgave or said they were sorry
Or were too scared to talk and a love lost
Spend time wondering what could have been
Tormented souls, all over my mind.
But when I close my eyes to sleep
And I see all these broken, lost souls,
I have no need to look too deep
Because in truth, it is only one soul, my own.
My tormented soul, all over my mind.
I may never achieve all I dream of doing
Or never get to build a home
Die before I get to where I'm going
Never profess my undying love for him
But I will forgive, and I'll apologise when I'm wrong
Because I do not want to be a tormented soul to eternity.
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Tormented Souls And Other Poems
PoesieA look inside the minds of my characters, and my own, through poetry. All poems are original, albeit inspired by many things in this world. I may occasionally write poems about characters from other people's books, in the way that I see them. I will...
