Its Come To This

Time,
 The Mortal enemy,
Of my unwanted Soul.
Peace,
 A distant dream now,
Somewhere beyond this hole.

Lies,
Tall tales have been fed me,
Since early in my youth.
Burns,
The brokenness within me,
I cannot find the truth.

Tears,
The river bursts within me,
A raging torrent in my brain.
Fears,
Look how they see me,
A man completely insane.

Hope,
Lost in my foggy future,
It wasnt meant for me.
Dreams,
Crushed and quietly abandoned,
Sinking in this barren sea.

Walls,
My callous heart has erected,
To shackle me to my pain.
Tombs,
Seal me away forever,
 To never feel these things again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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May 27, 2016 at 6:15 AM
Wow ... this is definitely deep, tied to the soul. WOW... Epic ly... the soul is raining endlessly. ;) Carl, you have harden your heart "seemingly". -----I sense and see from the opposite side of the fog. I enjoyed every single line here, especially the single before every stanza . ... Sending hugs....Linda
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May 27, 2016 at 6:39 AM
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