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