The tormented soul
poem by:
Taha Hassan
Written
on Nov 02, 2017
I was found, only to be lost again. I was loved, only to be hated again. To be bereaved, dead-to-rights, forgotten. To be done with, wronged with, pain stricken. I wasn't dead, only to suffer again. I wasn't killed, only to be tortured again. To be deceived, corrupted, beyond hope. To be hurt so much, unable to cope. I am, but a broken person, shattered. I am, but a million pieces, scattered. With nothing to care for, love or cherish. I am, but a soul waiting to perish ... -By Taha
Tags: Sad, Depressing, Pain, Dark, Deep,
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Cecilia Crasto commented on Nov 02, 2017 at 10:02pm
Excellent writing skills produce good results, so carry on writing Taha.
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 03, 2017 at 1:10pm
Lovely write.i like your work Taha.
Ja Ja
commented on Nov 04, 2017 at 1:34pm
A touching piece of pain and sorrow.
With nothing left for that tomorrow
Your sadness brings forth such anxiety
You can only be saved by a Deity
Thank you for a thought provoking read
and may god bless
krista
commented on Jan 02, 2018 at 8:18am
words of despair and melancholy. how i love your poem. cheer up! there's so much more to life than what we're feeling now. :)
