My Soul's Cry

My Soul’s Cry

 

My soul’s cry,

Is a silent wail,

That falls on the ears of deaf babies,

It is reflected,

In somber eyes,

That has seen the dark abyss of nothingness,

Hope lies,

In the fading image of what was,

Love chipped away,

By the iron mallet of what could have been,

I’ve tried to piece together the shattered realities of a future lost,

 

My soul’s cry,

Is confided to the cells of a hollow jail,

Where tapered souls look for eternal peace,

It is twisted,

In the depths of drab gazes,

With the gloomy silhouette of uselessness,

Hope dies,

In the distorted portrait of what was,

Love withered away,

By the invisible winds of what could have been,

I’ve tried to untangle the realities of a future lost,

 

It has been heard across the vast distance of troubled oceans,

Echoing through the fractured branches of decayed forest,

Touching the broken hearts of betrayed lovers,

 

My soul’s cry,

Is a silent wail,

Confined to a hollow jail.

That has lost its hope for what was,

It’s love for what could have been,

By the murdering knife of a future lost,

In the dark abyss of nothingness. 

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

WOW... This is amazing work, Layla!...

The last two lines tore my heart...

"By the murdering knife of a future lost,
In the dark abyss of nothingness."~ Such a visceral pain.... Beautifully penned!~xoxo~

[Layla J Omorose]

Thank you for taking the time to review my work. I am glad that you enjoyed it