There is nothing in my soul but torment!
I look around at what is happening in total bewilderment.
Beautiful and deep poetry from my soul is dead
thanks in part to the fact that each new day, I dread.
For what is there for me to look forward to?
Only anguish, tears and bloodshed do I see
and this does not for a moment, set me free!
Torment is in my soul and there it shall remain!
The song I sing is a lament and so too is its sad refrain.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
Dear Shelby, “be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. You have a right to be here.”
Leslie
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I try to be gentle, but there is no gentleness anymore. There is only torment.
Thank you for your comment Leslie!
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You are on my mind.
Leslie
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Wow Shelby, this is really great, not only well written, but heartfelt and sad.
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Thank you Dom! I hear you! Sadness seems to be the theme of the day, along with grief. If only it could change.
Again, I thank you!
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