Wretched Soul
My stomach hurts filled with pain
overwhelmed with unresolved emotions.
What is this? Missed signs that no one can read
or just misery that I can only claim?
Crying out for you to see for this to be
something other than a catastrophe.
Where is it that I may go to find release?
A new horizon would be surprising,
underwhelming to the truth of this torn and wretched soul
in exchange for a hint of joy would I lay my heart to be destroyed
if not already, it may be late, but still I morn to have the love that I never knew.
Ignorant to the truth of love, is it happiness that I yearn or am I just infatuated
with every turn and every indescribable search upon this earth.
Will I find what I know should have always been mine?
Bound to torment or eternal bliss?
So many questions, so little answers
Do I look inward to this wretched soul that knows no light or happiness
trapped in darkness grown so cold becoming old and tarnished with such distain.
My wretched soul knows no answers to these, earth quaking discerning questions
my heart extrudes through the pours of my torn down fragile body existing only to
exist. One day I still believe the light will shine and bliss will be mine.
My wretched soul will then be no more and I can finally be free to truly see me.
Copyright © Christopher Carter | Year Posted 2010
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