His mind is a whirlwind
beyond all thoughts, questions, or reasons
How vividly are life's
horrors burned into his memories
His eyes are dark as
eternal night
His skin is aflame with
sorrow and crippling pain
He chews upon his lower
lip until it bleeds
He has found his true
self within the arms of another
But the forever
watchful eyes of the world has him regretting his choice
He has sold his soul to
the devil
He tries to laugh at
his misfortune, but sounds fake
His eyes hurt and burn
with sadness
He mentally disciplines
his heart for yielding to such temptation
His raging emotions
seep through the concrete walls that he has put up around his heart
His mind screams as the
break of dawn only brings guilt as well as light
He slowly creeps away
from the sleeping devil who has stolen his soul
He sits in a darkened
corner away from the twilight
So desperately does he
need to be rescued
He bargains with his
sanity...
His whole life rests
precariously upon the edge
He holds onto a phone
book, scanning its pages
Help cannot be obtained
within the names of those he loves
His trembling fingers
trace column after bold letter column
Tears rain down,
smearing the names
He blinks blindly at
the numerous pages before him
Time stops while he
searches in vain for his soul...
Published in: "Whispers In The Wind"
Anthology of verse
Poetry Institute of Canada
Anthology of verse
Poetry Institute of Canada
©
2016
