My Soul Poem by Jeremy Hughes
My Soul
My soul is trapped in a sound proof room. And my exterior exposes happiness, but inside it's screaming and no one can hear it..
My soul is pleaing that people can look past the false pretense I put out and see the damage I have caused my interior..
My soul is broken, like the peaceful flow of a river stopped in it's tracks by mankind's thoughtless indecencies..
My soul is crying, from knowing nobody can see the pain that life has made it experience..
My soul is hoping that a miracle swoops in like a masked hero, here to save it from the suffering it's gone through..
A masked hero may not come, but a miracle will...and miracles, often in disguise, wear no masks! The world will see the splendor in you, the same way you will...
You have a noble soul, Jeremy. Please keep on writing to release pain you are taking to your innerself. I don't think a masked hero will come. We have to face the realities and do better what we can.... Best Wishes. Naseer
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3/15/2026 8:58:04 AM # 1.0.0
I am here Jeremy. Just checking in to see how you’re going. Don’t be a stranger.