Tortured Souls - Poem by Chris Tiganescu
So many tortured souls surrond me
and i only one mouth longting to bring
a spread of hope to the ones
who have none, with these aching
hands i write the poets tale...
A tale of love and worship,
of anger and hate,
depression, and suicide,
life and death...
When i hear the cry of fellow man,
the bloodlust of our human nature,
the anger and the tortured citzens
that walk by us... i fall to my knees
and beg it all to be over, for these
people to find there happines, there
one to love, and there savoir
and there promise land...
Tortured Soul bound in a flesh of
human shell, waiting to be realise into
a white land of milk and honey.
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