I've tried to write this out.
To get it from my head.
It seems right now,
my soul is dead.
Everything we been through.
All this time, I knew.
Infront of me-
all along I see.
To lie, to hide.
Keeping it, I wonder why.
And I, I do.
Time keeps passing by.
Hurtful, or crazy?
Discovering, so hazy.
Can't continue anymore.
Everything shattered that I adore.
It's blown away, lost in the dark.
Under deep darkening, torn apart.
A hellish hole
that deprives the soul.
I can't escape.
Despise, almost hate.
Locked away, so cold.
Almost fate.
There it stays, can't go away.
Sucked in, sucked out.
A life a love everything.
Faded actuality, no dout.
I've tried and tried.
It's all past aches,
Feeling nothing-
and the soul has died.
a very neat poem. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You often think your soul as died, hmmmm it does if you let it, then when you get back up, you walk the talk and start breathing again, thats the hardest part getting back up into life, dusting off the past to carry on with life. Sorry I get emo at times....but this is an excellent but sad write.