Moving on

Alone in sorrow my body lays 
My soul tortured 
Hot tears scalding my eyes 
My blood turned cold 
My heart dormant 
  
My laughter a vague memory 
My smile an unfamiliar expression 
Happiness a haunted visitor 
My face void of all feeling 
Love is a trespasser 
  
Lost, Buried in despair 
No familiarity or comfort 
Time to face my biggest fears 
On a new path, Unlit 
Waiting to find a silver lining 
In this nameless sky 
  
Delving in to the depths 
Facing old demons 
Finding my lost identity 
That many had taken 
Reclaiming the me 
That time had forsaken 

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wonderfully written and beautiful stark honest and real

[Bear]

Once again a powerful reflection of the human condition. Your work is a testament of willpower and tell all who read this that there is always hope, Bravo!

[Perkele.7885]

Sacha, someone appears to have died. You have given us no indication in which direction that this body is meant to travel.
This is a poem that appears to deal with reclaiming one' self but, for what purpose now? Just to clean one's immiortal slate? A good interesting write!