Best Depths Of My Soul Poems
Into the depths of my soul, I searched once
The happiest day of my life, to find
Difficult to locate wasn't at all
For was the day that love our hearts enshrined!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 October 2019
P.S. I would like to thank all my friends for their support as well as
The officials of Poetry-soup for the honor of POTD!
ATTENTION: S O S!
I am away because a good friend of mine suffers from Myelodysplastic Syndrome, which, as you know, causes Leukemia. She has tried all known treatments, but to no avail. Now I help her find an alternative treatment. PLEASE, if you know someone, or something that could help, let me know, for the time is pressing! This goes to everyone who reads this poem! God be with you! Thank you!
MY FRIEND, LIA, HAS ASKED ME TO THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PRAYERS. SHE IS VERY MUCH TOUCHED BY YOUR RESPONSE AND YOUR CARING. YOU HAVE GIVEN HER ADDITIONAL COURAGE AND FAITH THAT ALL WILL BE FINE! SHE WISHES TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES HEALTH AND HAPPINESS! GOD BLESS YOU!
In the depths of my soul
only anger and rage
the feelings of all hell
like being traped in cage
In the depths of my soul
born black so thug 'til death
looked on by hating eyes
unannounced my last breath
In the depths of my soul
makin' these silent pleas
to walk free in the dark
no police sayin freeze
In the depths of my soul
stay sharp like a Souljah
never released from war
feel the pain when I'm older
In the dephts of my soul
knowin nobody care
stay on course with a war path
and I'm showin no fear
In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories,
I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart.
I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears,
For you live in the corners of my reflections, in eyes that throb like the shadows of a dream.
In the way I doubt compliments, like flowers that refuse to bloom,
And I flinch when the wind changes its tone, as if storms carry old memories.
A cold word, a gaze like winter, and suddenly I become the child lost in the snow,
Apologizing to the stars for existing, wearing shame like a veil of shadow.
Your voice echoes in places where echoes should no longer have power, yet it still lives,
My thoughts sometimes carry your accent, a painful and ever-present rhythm.
You taught me to disappear into the light, even when shadows embrace me tight and mercilessly,
How to hate myself before the world has a chance to plant seeds of doubt.
I keep your traces like a cloak of mist that fits me perfectly, yet is unwanted,
My skin feels like a borrowed dream, every feature reminding me of you.
And I hate the way your shadow still dances through me, when all I wanted was to be free,
So I avoid the mirror, not out of vanity, but because I'm haunted by the faces of the past.
And I don't know what's more painful, to see you in me or not knowing where I end and you begin.
In the depths of my soul, an ocean of tears struggles,
Walls of thoughts collapsing like sandcastles,
I look at myself in the mirror and see a shadow of what I once was,
A landscape of melancholy that knows neither rest nor respite.
This world, a carnival of masks and blinding lights,
Where truth hides beneath thick layers of false smiles,
I feel like an actor playing a role that doesn't belong to me,
When each day becomes a scene of a tragic play.
I try to break myself, to reform from shards,
To mold myself like clay, to transform into something new,
But how to rebuild when the material is pain,
When each fragment bears the mark of an old suffering?
I am a traveler on a never-ending road, without a clear destination,
I hide from the world, I hide from myself,
For only in solitude do I find a temporary refuge,
A place where tears can flow without judgment or fear.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning under the weight of expectations,
A complex mechanism, yet without purpose, keeps capturing me,
And every time a hand reaches out to me,
I tremble, for help is a stranger that stirs my anxieties.
I wish to believe it's just a passing "sometimes,"
That one day I'll find the light at the end of this tunnel,
But until then, I continue to wash my face with tears,
And play the role of silence and smile.
Maybe one day, I'll succeed in reconstructing myself,
To break the walls and let the light in,
To be me, a new me, formed from the ashes of the past,
But until then, I only dream and hope, in the silence of nights.
what must i do to be recognize the deeper i go the more i lose myself i seem to have fallen deep withing myself searching for some answers to this so called life i tempt to crawl from the depths of my solitude but all of my progress has gone to my disgrace is there anybody out there can anybody find me can anybody see me can anybody hear me i am lost Within the perils of my thoughts the more i struggle the faster i sink how could this be the end of me if i haven't even started this life how could you do this to me if this life wasn't even yours to take you took a part of me that i could never regain it made me stronger it made me love more then i can say my unspoken words but you took that from me now im left with only memories
In the depths of my soul, a question blooms like a flower of light in the night,
I wonder whether to release the reins and reveal what grows in my silence.
I pretend not to feel this calling, like a secret tide touching my shores,
But for a long time, it has danced through my veins like a forgotten siren song.
I am not afraid, not truly, it wouldn't be the first time I've leapt into the unknown,
Into the arms of a dream that was never mine, but now, now it's different.
I want to dive into these feelings like an ocean of falling stars,
Even if I know it will be a silent fall, an echo that will not reach your heart.
If you asked me, I would deny, I would smile and change the subject like a skilled magician,
Laughing lightly, even if inside I'm breaking into thousands of particles of hidden longing.
Sometimes I can't stop, and the truth is that she deserves every unspoken word,
Every silent pain, every fragment of tenderness hidden in my silent heart.
It's not about me, anyone would melt in a gaze if they saw her as I do,
Not just the surface, but the fire that eternally burns beneath, the grace she carries effortlessly.
What surprises me most is how I still hold myself back, like a sculptor of silence,
Each gesture, each look, but not the storm that grows like a volcano in my chest.
Somewhere between the desire to touch her and protecting the silence that surrounds us like a veil,
I lose myself within, and she doesn't know how close I am to breaking the eternal silence.