A Lost Soul with Stained Hands

by ToaKaita47 Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:36 am

The poem basically describes the emotion known as love as a battlefield, and describes a soldier dying on that battlefield. The soldier is not proud, for he has caused harm to the ones he cares about most, and therefore is deeply troubled by it, and feels that he will live with that pain for the rest of his life. (The soldier actually represents me in a sense.)

I wrote:

Death Lurks the Nite

Pain wracks my heart with Grief

I’ve lost my Soul to Time

I’ve lost my faith and Belief

Battle after Battle

Death is Everywhere

I weep and cry for loved ones Lost

And never stop the Care

My heart is Disintegrating

It’s falling apart Inside

I’m hurting, I’m Dying

There’s no point trying to Hide

How do I live? How do I Breathe?

I’ve suffered far too long Now

Perhaps the reason I still Live

Is destiny Somehow.

Perhaps I shall remain a Tool

Of suffering and Pain.

Forever am I a lost Soul

And Forever, shall my hands be Stained.

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