Thoughts of a dilapidated soul

by Natalie   Aug 9, 2013


Behold the walking evidence that
A broken, pieced heart can still beat.
Shamed into submission, judged by
Stares of a thousand dreamless eyes.

Salted by tears staining cheeks,
Reminiscent of the wreckage created
By twisting tales of tortured lives.
Stories that never cease to haunt.

Summarise my life in few written lines,
And find a dreary composition detailing
Feelings of hopelessness and failed dreams,
A soul with no purpose, no direction or path.

No need to breathe anymore.

Natalie M. Sarantos
09.08.13....13.54

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  • 11 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Natalie,

    Did you mean to say "pierced heart" in the second line?

    This poem is one I can relate to, have been there many times in the past. The only way to overcome it, is to become your own best friend and to start fighting for her, Natalie. No one else can or will do that for you.

    If you fail to see the meaning of your existence, then stop thinking about it all together and actively join in at the activities around you. You will lose nothing and might gain a whole lot by sharing your self and put effort into just being there for others. And then maybe, one day, you will find that just being here is enough. You will find the answers when you stop looking.

    All the best:)

    5/5 Ingrid

    • 11 years ago

      by Natalie

      Hi Ingrid, thanks for your comment! No I meant 'pieced' as in pieced back together, like a broken vase, glued back together! :)
      Thank you for your kind words. although the poem is about feeling depressed, it is not directly about me. I like to magnify feelings to create what I feel is art :)

  • 11 years ago

    by William Mae

    Wow, what a wonderful write. I picture a person whose light is fading, their innocence gone, the fuel for their hope no longer exist. I loved this piece.

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