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. :)

 

 

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