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Soul's Cry

I'm suffocating,
do not resuscitate me. 

Reality has become an adversary,
silently sinister, slowly suckling my energy.
If the morning light doesn't steal my soul,
my final breaths will write a story in the fog,
revealing secrets I can't speak of. 

Spilling the ink to fill in the blanks,
suppressed emotions are a reminder,
about how I don't belong here,
nor an island surrounded by toxic fences,
fabricated by fiendish fraudulent friends.

I'm colder than this home,
abandoned by the abandoned 
in an acidic aquarium,
where sharks prey upon sea urchins.
My heart is a foreigner without a dwelling,
arteries too lethargic to spread love.
Too disgusted to breathe,
the mirror reflects as my nemesis.

My welcome is overstayed,
black faces, darker than darkness,
giggle, hiding in the background,
their sharp teeth dripping in crimson drops,
as I try to cover freshly ruptured wounds.
But I'm content, so I keep bleeding,
hoping to become a forgotten entity.

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Edward Ibeh Date: 3/19/2024 5:14:00 AM Morbid yet fantastic penning, SO. Your poetry is always a treat to behold. Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest! Login to Reply

Karen Jones Date: 3/19/2024 12:16:00 AM Congratulations on your contest winning poem! Login to Reply

Shadow Hamilton Date: 3/18/2024 4:42:00 PM very strong write SO its as if you have invited death into your life fully accepting the in verifiable let me tell you your time is not over you will be with for a while yet hug Shadow Login to Reply

Duke Beaufort Date: 3/11/2024 5:27:00 PM SO, I listened to the track. It's a pretty sad thing to age out. All the people contemplating this seem not to have an answer to what this all means (including yours truly). As sad as this all is, I'm trying to focus on the fun side of life since I'm not expecting anything after death. We can certainly try to comfort each other. I'm wondering why you wrote this. I am hoping you are still fairly youthful, but I have no idea really. Login to Reply

Jennifer Proxenos Date: 3/11/2024 12:48:00 PM Such a sad black poem SO, good thing its fictional, he or she sounds like a 'fiendish fraudulent friend', so no wonder in this fictional poem, you feel like a foreigner without a dwelling , 'black faces, darker than darkness, giggle, hiding in the background' ..... an arch enemy, gosh SO, an incredible write, hope you never come across such a so called friend again. Blessings,hugs, Jennifer. Login to Reply

Tonye George Date: 3/10/2024 5:08:00 PM Sometimes I feel like when fictions are written, it's a cry of someone's happening that we aren't fully aware of. We feel their pain unconsciously and write them down. Our imaginations, but someone's reality. Lovely one as always. "so I keep bleeding, hoping to become a forgotten entity." A hard decision to make. To live in pain until it's no more. Login to Reply

Deb M Date: 3/9/2024 11:40:00 PM A brilliant write Mr S….such deep darkness which truly has left me feeling a little anxious ….l really felt the darkness and sadness in this one and it had me gripped from start from finish…..what a excellent poet you are! Debx Login to Reply

Valsa George Date: 3/9/2024 8:23:00 PM This poem has deeply touched me. Its highly melancholic tone disturbs, though poetically it is a masterpiece. "suppressed emotions are a reminder, about how I don't belong here, nor an island surrounded by toxic fences, fabricated by fiendish fraudulent friends." I know this is written in tune with the spirit of the topic and not anything of the way you feel. Wish you cheer and sunshine, dear friend. How it flows seamlessly from thoughts of abandonment to stark pain and despair! Another beautiful example of elegiac poetry Login to Reply

Ink Empress Date: 3/9/2024 10:46:00 AM You picked the right title for this, souls cry i feel so very vividly through your well crafted lines, flowing in such seamless cadence. I love so many lines in this but the lines that hit the strongest were “ Spilling the ink to fill in the blanks, suppressed emotions are a reminder, about how I don't belong here,“ iv never felt like i belong anywhere especially growing, an outcast, really. “ My heart is a foreigner without a dwelling, arteries too lethargic-“ sometimes we are our own nemesis Login to Reply Ink Empress Date: 3/9/2024 10:48:00 AM I know few with “ black faces, darker than darkness, giggle, hiding in the background,” hah! Remember? Her name starts with “Shh.” Yeap. Their face as dark as their heart. Well written! And delivered! Profound poem! Pleasure reading this! Best wishes for the contest