A TROUBLED SOUL

A wound that just won’t close
A broken heart that just won’t mend
Though I’ve tried my very best
Seems the pain of grief won’t end. 

The sense of loss I feel
Is with me everyday
It clings to me, it won’t let go
 It can’t be pushed away.

It’s taken all my joy
Robbed me of happiness
Can’t shake the memories
This feeling of emptiness.

The pain so hard to bear
Beyond one’s comprehension 
Seeps into every pore
An insidious affliction.

A pill to ease the sadness
They say it just takes time
I close my eyes, I fall asleep
I long for peace of mind.

No escape, I’m in free fall 
Can’t stop the way I feel
No capsule or elixir
No parachute or shield. 

Within my troubled soul
Unimaginable, so intense
The pain lingers, often festers
With no remedy or defense.

An obsession, just a feeling
An imbalance to correct
Self healing is a journey
Paved with loss and yes, regret.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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