My broken soul was raw with melancholy,
Dripping from my already weeping heart.
And the moon threw shadows at me,
They swirled and danced in chaotic delight,
Blinding me to the barest possibilities of salvation.
The neglect of my starving soul shunes hope,
Secretly hungering for that blessed touch of humanity.
But the Devil's own devices are so furiously at work,
Tormenting the tender through their every thought,
Poking and prodding holes into the delicate fabric of me.
A contest entry
- Devastatingly Depressing. by a.changed-soul..
1130 points, ended January 5, 23 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Excellent.
Excellent indeed. Spirituality in depth.
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Wow...this was great..it was just, raw emotion. I loved the imagery..
"And the moon threw shadows at me,
They just danced with chaotic delight,
Binding the barest possibilities of savation."
These types of poems..depressing and all..sometimes have this tendency to question God's existence..[ even though we know He does exist ]
..and sometimes it hurts so bad..like there's this hole in you..emotionally..like that feeling after your sexually violated..that [ it's all my fault ] feeling..that [ guilt ] that [ pain ] that [ fear ]
Thank-You very much for entering..
Best of luck.
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