Below is the poem entitled Splintered Soul which was written by poet
Marschall. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Daylight beckons with crooked finger,
turning my back, I watch night retreat
In its cloak I can appear invisible.
This tourniquet, wrapped around my heart,
grows tighter with each passing breath.
Diminishing all chances of recovery.
Dust settles over this persistent frown
safe in the knowledge that no smile,
will ever disturb its rest, no fingers
will smudge its presence.
The telephone cries out with false promises;
Unanswered, it slips into regretful silence,
Through the sheltered window, grey sounds
of a world content to revolve.
Never missing a lost soul, buried under
the jetsam of self-pity.
countdown to self-destruction.
Stripping away the layers of deceit
until core of me lies exposed.
Barren of the smiling mask,