Tortured Souls Poem by Phil Soar

Tortured Souls



So many tortured people
Writing nothing but sadness
Or reflections of madness
Not believing in better things
Not hearing how their hearts beat
In time with melodies so fine they shimmer
In a light of perfect symmetry
And yet still they write of sadness
why?

Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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