...Storms of the soul

By SolApathy

We aren’t that far apart
Always in my heart
Though I’ve moved on
Gone
Beyond the grave
Don’t feel you couldn’t save
Me
From myself and I
From this world
In which all I did was
Cry
From the day I was born
Forlorn & out of control
Too deep for this world
My soul
Lost in an existence I couldn’t strive
Overload of feelings inside
Psychiatrists and drugs
Dulling my humanity until it was
…Numb
I ran to the sink
Dumping the pills That brought me to the brink
being unable to think
Alone in my thoughts you didn’t know
I dumped the pills and let
…Go

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Published on Friday, January 20, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "...Storms of the soul"

On Saturday, January 21, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

As I'm fond to say, but feel it's worth repeating here SA: troubled souls are a reason to rejoice (in an odd way) - not everybody has one my friend. Too bad the people who mean the most to us will always have that lingering doubt, that we have placed there, but we go on. Cheers darkly! - Dan
On Saturday, January 21, 2017, out there (166) wrote:

can so relate. you express it well. Nicely done Sol.
On Friday, January 20, 2017, SolApathy (650) wrote:

...Sometimes you need to dump the pills, if only to remember how it is to...Feel
On Friday, January 20, 2017, Allen (156) wrote:

Pills and letting go. Ive done that before my friend. This was indeed dark but very well written. "Too deep for this world" i like that. I think alot can relate
On Friday, January 20, 2017, 10 Forty Three (543) wrote:

This one really got to me. I feel very similarly. The ending could be interpreted in several ways. Fine write, Sol. - 10:43