THE RIPPLE EFFECT OF LOSING MY SOUL

I am alone

Feeling like this makes me think of a bone

My heart is turned into a stone

My feelings are so numb

That I feel like a thumb

With no sense of emotion

I am unable to feel

That I am turned into steel

My skin has become an artificial material

And my soul has turned into iron

I’ve got no sense of compassion

I am not the same person anymore

Things have changed

That I don’t want to give anyone a chance

Because I’m scared of losing myself

In this world I feel so alone

With this object in my hand

I don’t have the energy to stand

Surrounded by cuts

I never thought my scars would come out in the light

But no one could stand the sight

I have become so disgusting

Everyone who made the mess left me with nothing

But broken pieces

The doctors tried to give me stitches

But I wanted my wounds to be open

So I could feel the pain

I wanted it to feel like a permenant stain

I deserve it

Like an winning streak

Mines had to come to an end…

And in the end I lost you

7 thoughts on “THE RIPPLE EFFECT OF LOSING MY SOUL

  1. This is a great poem! I wanted to also say thank you for the follow on I Write Her. Really appreciate your interest in my writing! Enjoy my future thoughts. I look forward to reading yours as well. 🙂

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  2. This is beautiful. Very expressive and touching. Perhaps because I know a little bit of how that feels. I hope your writing helps you as it helped me.
    Also, thank you for the follow on Dr Black’s blog. I look forward to reading more from you.

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  3. Hey Randy; lovely, well-written piece you have here. Its really quite touching, which makes me hope you writing about it is the compass that steers you find your soul.
    Anyways, just wanted to pop by and show my gratitude for your attitude(follow) towards my The Poets Peace.
    I really appreciate your support.

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