A Tortured Soul.

Note: This poem is not a personal write. It is my muse writing on what life can be like for a beautiful soul living in a world where light does not enter as reflected in a very dear friend of mine...

A tortured soul can see no light
brightest day is darkest night
Darkness overwhelms each day of the year
Each moment is ruled by darkest fear

Nothing seems real, living in a world surreal
Numbed to the bone, nothing I feel
Inside is a void nothing can fill
Each molehill insurmountable, a bitter pill

All joy has gone, drained to the last
There's no present, no future, only the past
Longing to sleep, yet wide awake
Uncertain how much more I can take

Enveloped by dark thoughts filled with fear
Unable to laugh or shed a tear
Feeling I'm dead, though I'm still alive
as once more into the darkness I dive.

Reviews

[tumi]

wow so great to write
every word was perfect and suitable with a perfect rhyme scheme
very poignant and powerful, a wondrous piece

[Marie]

Thank you for reading, tumi and for your very kind review...

[Samuel Dickens]

The reader may imagine the nature of this darkness--what's it's source? Is it actual or metaphorical? At any rate, someone is locked away in a place where no light can reach and hope doesn't exist. It sounds more than terrible, like hell, the grave, or at least some kind of prison. Surely there's a key somewhere. Gripping words, Marie.

[Marie]

It's source is deep depression and when it hits, it hits hard. It has been described like hell to me because until it comes to an end, there seems to be no hope for an end. Once ended, life is bright and happy again, but the darkness can strike at any time, Sam and the circle is repeated all over again. Thank you so very much for reading and for your very humane review, so caring and kind. Bless you always, dear friend...