His Soul Weeps, Soulful

His soul weeps
while it's held in the arms of shadows
they cry too
feeling the teardrops of innocence
form a dark reflecting pool of pain
that lingers as a suffocating memory
burned into his soul

When a Father's cold angry hateful hand
held a razor strap and struck his flesh
 young flesh, a child's flesh
as he laid balled up on a torn floor of linoleum
   pain unmeasurable...trust lost forever

No way to comprehend what was stolen
from a young soul
   never to return...never given back

His soul weeps
for the turbulent years of broken emotions
never trusting, never committing...to love
finding love empty 
cursing the black-heart that laid his skin bare
to leave a hole in his soul no one could fill

His soul weeps
for the cruel memory
of a child crawling across a barren floor
spilling tears, trying to get away from the pain
leaving a trail of stains

His soul weeps
and will
until the shadows let his hands slowly fall
to leave him finally at peace
upon his final breath


Soulful...expressing or appearing to express a deep and often sorrowful feeling
10/30/21 
contest " S " New Poems " Soulful "
sponsor Constance La France
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Agustin Avatar
November 9, 2021 at 4:54 AM
Congrats! Thanks for sharing your muse on "soulfulness"... expounded wisely through your awesome poetic style. God bless you.
La France Avatar
November 6, 2021 at 5:53 AM
Frederic, awesome writing and congratulations on your Second Place win in my "S" Contest, I love the music video too ~ peace and tranquility _ Constance
Alex Avatar
November 6, 2021 at 12:32 AM
"No way to comprehend what was stolen from a young soul never to return...never given back" - beautifully written. Congratulations!
Leiser Avatar
November 4, 2021 at 5:23 PM
Wow, this poem is so emotive, powerful and soulfully sad, Frederic. It breaks my heart for the little boy. Whippings were sadly common back in the day, and the scars they left were incalculable. Brilliant writing!
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