Tortured Soul Poem by Thomas King

Eyes look into the mirror
Expecting to see truth
But only emptiness is reveled

Words whispered into the night
Echo back screaming
In desperation to be heard

Arms reach out for comfort
Expecting to hold
But only the nothingness
Returns their embrace

A breath of hope
Escapes trembling lips
But is heard as a sigh
Of loneliness and despair

A dream ready to be lived
But from the nightmare
A tortured soul
Will never wake