A Tortured Soul. Poem by Graham Jones
A Tortured Soul.
My heart now freezes bleeds and freezes over
Soft tears no longer run
The smile has fallen from my face
In shadows from the sun
The flame no longer burns as bright
But splutters in the dark
A lonesome wind that wails within
The confines of my heart
As sorrow takes its mournful toll
With savage like delight
To smother cries upon their mark
A tortured soul lost in the night.
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4/24/2024 5:07:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very torturious read Graham, so sad and despondent. Cheer up lad. things will feel better in the morning! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Great write as usual Love Ernestine XXX