Dark Soul by Luke Christopher

Dark Soul

I have been wounded.
More deeply than you can ever understand.

I spiral down in to nowhere.
There will be no one down there to catch me.

Life overwhelms me,
Even as life comes through me.

Loneliness, Emptiness, hopelessness,
Words that have replaced, togetherness, wholeness, happiness.

Didn’t the days used to be brighter?
The sun, warmer?

I look in the mirror.
The eyes that look back at me, hate me.

They are dark, foreboding.
Like storm clouds.

I wish that storm would come.
Consume me. Sweep me away.

When it breaks, will there be sun?
Will I feel the warmth on my face again?

Am I able to feel again,
Or has all hope in me died?

I look at these eyes, and I see the end of my life.
Is it still possible that someone else can look in them, and see the beginning of theirs?

Britney (172.16.1.220) -- Monday, April 18 2005, 06:57 pm

Wow!
Great job!! where have u been? i've missed ur writing. keep it up! great job ! sad poem yet I FEEL you on it! ~Britney~

Terrie* (65.148.233.52) -- Monday, April 18 2005, 08:52 pm

Great to have you back Luke....
missed reading you (wipin' a lonely tear ) ...glad i read you today....my craving was finally tamed with my addiction of high maintenance poetry..this was excellent..keep them comin'...Terrie*

Angel in Tears (81.157.217.78) -- Monday, April 18 2005, 10:20 pm

wow
Brilliant!LOVE this poem!Thanks for sharing!

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