Haunted

I've yet to feel your power,
But this needle in my brain.

We die by every hour held
in what we thinks humane.

Each memory will fade into
our dreams that go to waste.

My heart and mind debate
on what belief to cut and paste.

I cannot hear your words so wise
as dying sticks the vein.

The dead blackout the silent skies
and bathe me in its rain.

Each memory forgotten,
though nightmares still persist.

Inside the soul is rotten
from sins we can't resist.

I try to see the good and true,
I plead to feel your light.

The darkness came and swallowed you
then left me with the night.

The time we held diluted
in streams of my decay.

So purge the soul polluted
and take this ghost away.

Reviews

[Simone Davis]

Great piece you’ve written

[Thepensiveplayer]

Another soul-searching piece you've written. This poem makes me wonder, "To live or not to live" that is the question. I think the answer slowly reveals itself each day that passes as long as we fight. Keep expressing your feelings.

[skeletongirl]

wondeful read. love the flow of words, this has a deep meaning i truly appreciate.