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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Published on Thursday, July 17, 2008.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"
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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.


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