Isabel Malone Poet Rhyme

Lonely Soul

Bed;
Not just a place to rest
Not just a place to 
sleep
Your bed;
Your place to disappear
Your haven safe, your secrets 
keep
You dry your weary eyes
Between the troubled sheets you
weep
You muffle angry screams
Beneath tormented pillows
deep
Your heavy curtains closed
You hide alone 
from brutal light
In and out of consciousness
You drift and doze 
through day and night

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Beata Agustin September 25, 2025 at 5:40 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Sara Lokken April 15, 2009 at 7:19 AM This is very tortured, but I know this feeling, Isabel. This has the feeling of depression..and I know the 'angry screams, the brutal light, in and out of consciousness'....Love, Sara

Savannah Rose Harper April 14, 2009 at 4:02 PM very nice

Carolyn Devonshire April 14, 2009 at 3:56 PM How well you describe the safe haven sought by a "Lonely Soul," Isabel. I think we have all retreated to our beds, where our angry screams are muffled "Beneath tormented pillows deep." Depression touches nearly every life; sometimes it is difficult to emerge from the "bed" and continue living in pain. Very nice work! Love, Carolyn