Broken Soul

Broken Soul

A Poem by Black Jess

My tears are as plentiful as rain

My soul is tired of carrying this pain

A hundred thoughts came to my brain

Telling me a way to run away

 

I’m like a broken machine

Soon i’ll be thrown away

And i won’t be seen

Not in the powerful world anyway

 

I’m like a  feather

With any change in the weather

I’ll disappear forever

I’ll be gone with the wind

 

I’m like the moonlight

Although the weakness of my light

You still use me at night

 

I have a  broken heart , broken mind , broken soul

I live with no love in bones , no hope at all

I forgot how it feels to have a soul

i forgot how it seems to have it all

 

I’m trying to pick up the pieces left from me  , and fix my soul again

but i was broken in million pieces  , and it seems impossible to gather them all

so maybe i’ll succeed by forming myself one more

but there will be always some piece missing

a part missing

and i fear that it’s my heart 

I see darkness whenever i go

i see darkness when i close my eyes

I just forgot how it looks like the light

and i forgot how beautiful is the night

cause night for me now is more like nightmare

 

I’m afraid this is also sad  ,but i just write what i feel

and it seems like sadness is all what i feel

so don’t blame me for writing a lot about sorrow

cause it’s all what i really and truly know

 

Sometimes being an unknown creature  Is better than being human

Cause people fear you Even if you’re not powerful

© 2016 Black Jess


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Yea, I don't really know what to say but I know what I feel. You bring about such a melancholy in your writing that all the reader can do is absorb it. Great emotional writing! I especially like the last two lines.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Black Jess

8 Years Ago

I can never thank you enough Darian for all the encouraging comments that you told me .
Darian B.

8 Years Ago

You have no need to thank me, I simply state what is there. You are the one who writes the poetry th.. read more
Black Jess

8 Years Ago

*-* of course i will , i can never stop writing , if i stop writing than i stop living , i die .
Let me know what you think , thank you .

Posted 8 Years Ago


The Fallen

8 Years Ago

Did you have an idea of what music you'd sing it to?
Black Jess

8 Years Ago

euh no , you tell me

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Black Jess

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