Sold My Soul

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    Sold My Soul

    Darkness sits within me.
    Blocking the answers I need.
    Changing me inside forever
    Killing my chance to succeed.
    My heart, shattered like glass,
    Lying on the street.
    Shards of my dreams
    Slicing up my feet.
    Trying to remember
    Why I wanted to be free.
    Looking for the truth
    Finding it so empty.
    Everyone around me
    Thinks I’ve lost my mind.
    I sold my soul for love
    And it’s left me blind
    I don’t see reality,
    But I feel it’s icy breath
    I prefer my dreams
    And it scares me half to death.
    How can I survivie
    On something that’s not real
    Twisting in between
    The things that I feel.
    You never promised me
    Anything at all
    And stupidity is something
    That brought about my fall.
    And I’m trying to rebuild
    Forget this rage inside
    Erecting this façade
    Before I can decide
    Trying to pretend
    Everythings just fine
    Wondering if I’m brave enough
    To try and cross the line.


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    BigDaddyCash commented on Sold My Soul

    11-23-2009

    Your message is clear, imagery is flawless and the plot is represented with golden words of talent. You really are on target with this powerful choice of words. Your thoughts and feelings are felt in your amazing gift as a poet. Thanks for sharing. LOL, BDC

    cocoon1951 commented on Sold My Soul

    06-26-2009

    I love your total honesty and in reality...whoever said "love is blind"...walked this path...as have many of us...well written.....

    Shadow2u commented on Sold My Soul

    02-10-2009

    I can surely relate to many of the thoughts and feelings you express vividly from the empty land of broken dreams, thanks for putting it into words.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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