Deserted Soul
By Scarrzz
THIS THIN VENEER OF NORMALCY
CRACKS WITH MY
EVERY STEP
LIKE THE DRIED MUD OF A RIVERBED
CRUMBLING
BENEATH MY FEET
HOW APPROPRIATE
FOR MY
SPIRIT TOO HAS TURNED TO DUST
WHERE A RAGING CURRENT OF LOVE
ONCE FLOWED
THERE IS ONLY DESOLATION
I
LOOK TO THE EMPTY CLOUDS
HOPELESSLY DESIRING YOUR TOUCH UPON
MY FACE
WITHOUT WATER, THERE CAN BE NO LIVING
AND WITHOUT LOVE, THERE CAN BE NO LIFE
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A former member wrote:
Pretending not to be torn when love has ripped you to shreds can push a person over the border of sanity and in...stop hiding it, dulcita...maybe then you'll find that it's much easier to live with the hurt...and that could lead you to where you're supposed to be...because if she were meant to be yours...she would be. Wear your pain for everyone to see for a while...I've always found that when I've faced my pain...something good always came out of it...it's why I never regret my past...without the bad times...I wouldn't know when I had it good.