A paper soul
An empty hole
Left out in the pouring rain
Now soaked
These bitter feelings of regret
These painful feelings of neglect
And still I’m crawling
Through the shades
Of empty corridors of memories
Reminiscing all the times
No tears to cry
No face to hide
A mask of pride for my disguise
And a robe of luck
To fit into the crowd
With sense of guilt
And a sinful sight
A lonely soul out in the rain
Another victim of the flood
Another failed romance
I especially like the first two stanzas and the comparisons. It's true. Our souls can be like paper, torn apart and even shreded. We should be careful of others.
Wonderful poetry which conveys a melancholy mood. Thanks for writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful composition with beautiful imagery.10+