Tortured Soul Poem by Michelle Hyde

Secret shadows keep me from light,
I know I can not win this fight.
As hidden flames engulf my emotion,
With out them I can not react to the ocean.
I try to scream out in pain,
Silence escapes my mouth in vain.
As a sword falls against my naked soul,
Seemingly a fatal blow.
No words come to my minds ear,
As midnight draws near.
Tempted by the hands of fate,
Sadness comes too late.
A world of endless darkness to come,
As I soon become one.
Part of a world that knows no bounds,
A world where I can’t feel the ground.
Blood chilling wind haunts me,
I am never going to be free.
There is no life for me to live,
That is why my life I give.
In this hardship I do try,
Giving all until I die.
Crimson puddles on the floor,
Death comes knocking at my door.
I answer with grief,
As my pain soon becomes relief.
The hooded figure standing tall,
Casting a shadow on every wall.
He speaks with words of ice,
Telling me things that will suffice.
Demons come from every direction,
Taking my soul from my deadly injection.