Lost Soul
By Cwm
Unreachable,a harden heart, suffers the anguish,within the soul. The torment,is eternally tormenting. The pleads,the begs of many, are worthless,breath of polluted air. The lost soul,sits along, begging for the pain to cease, or at least causing it to be limited. The weeps of many,the weeps within it self, weep,for the anguish,and lost of this soul. "Cry! cry! Go on and just cry!" "Express the anger,and pain,and sadness, that just destroys every core of you." Hope is pasted,hope is received, but nothing shall help a soul, that doesn't want help,for it self. Lonely,along in the cell, just whimpering,of past regrets, and the "What could have beens." At last the time,has come. "Let death,reign on me,and let me burn in hell!" Hope has pasted,hope has not been taken. The night,of last anger,and unhappiness, has finally cause the inevitable. The death of anguish,tormented suicide. And the eternal resting of a soul, burning in hell. -CWMThe most anguish,angry, poem,ad sad poem,i've ever written. True feelings coming out. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 10:58 AM PST 0 • 1
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