душа (soul)
By SolApathy
душа (Soul)
Tell me of the insanity you feel
Touch me
Tell me you can heal
Broken pieces
no one else seems to see
comfort me in this dark sea
emotions rolling just above
...me
You I can’t deceive
You always seem to know when I breathe
Inhaling one more ragged breath
For one more moment
Avoiding death
...Hoping you are here to heal
Fix me...Make me feel
Even if it’s only pain
I’ll welcome the sensation
Can you bring me back from the abyss?
What is it you see in this?
Empty shell
Trapped well below Hell…
You seem to whisper…
places I don’t remember
Deep in my abscessed soul
Everything falls through this festering
Hole
Yet what you say lingers and won’t let go…
Tell me…
How is it you know?
Secrets I withhold
Yet you stir this ember
Hate, pain, darkness, love, & rain…
Can you extract the darkness?
Make me sane?
Rekindle a fire in these eyes
Or just help me to
…Die
Tell me of the insanity you feel
Touch me
Tell me you can heal
Broken pieces
no one else seems to see
comfort me in this dark sea
emotions rolling just above
...me
You I can’t deceive
You always seem to know when I breathe
Inhaling one more ragged breath
For one more moment
Avoiding death
...Hoping you are here to heal
Fix me...Make me feel
Even if it’s only pain
I’ll welcome the sensation
Can you bring me back from the abyss?
What is it you see in this?
Empty shell
Trapped well below Hell…
You seem to whisper…
places I don’t remember
Deep in my abscessed soul
Everything falls through this festering
Hole
Yet what you say lingers and won’t let go…
Tell me…
How is it you know?
Secrets I withhold
Yet you stir this ember
Hate, pain, darkness, love, & rain…
Can you extract the darkness?
Make me sane?
Rekindle a fire in these eyes
Or just help me to
…Die
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Author's Note:
In the dark we cry because in the sun we would surely die...Comments on "душа (soul)"
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On Sunday, October 1, 2017, soul_versing
(774) wrote:
I love reading pieces that flow naturally and don't feel forced. I felt pieces of myself flowing through these words, the emotion really runs deep. I adore this. .huggles.
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A former member wrote:
First and foremost, I love the use of the Cyrillic alphabet in the title of this haunting and deeply personal poem. I'm sensing an impassioned plea to your innermost self, a bit of a reminder of who you once were and a deeply humble request to get the old you back. The people without a soul are the ones who hurt the most. Great job, dearest. Queen Reb:).
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On Saturday, October 8, 2016, dwells
(4177) wrote:
That "abscess" line and the following one as well were striking SA. They say 4% of the population lacks a soul and has to learn to live within the limits of society. Nice to have somebody that understands you, undoubtedly. Cheers for this introspective poem! - Dan
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On Saturday, October 8, 2016, SolApathy
(652) wrote:
...Thank you