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WomenMoveMe · 03-15-2012, 06:06 AM

Okay, so I gave this poetry thing another whirl after I posted the only one I had ever written. I recently wrote another and vowed if this thread came to light once again, I would post.

Something Stirs Within

Echoing whispers in my soul,
something stirs within.
Yesterday's tortures left me for dead,
resurrected, I begin, again.

Dark and alone, I let no one in,
for fear of where it may lead.
A brutal penance for earthly sin,
life is not judged solely on good deed.

Torment and desire ravaged my soul,
left me shattered and on my knees.
Twisted, writhing, the luster of coal,
No choice but to heed their pleas.

My soul had lost it’s way it seems,
there was nothing there to inspire.
I no longer slept for fear of dreams,
was this my heart’s desire?

It is, as though fate was calling me,
to a world of shadow and night.
It swallowed me whole, my heart enslaved,
To weary to brave the fight.

03-15-2012, 06:06 AM	#11
WomenMoveMe Member How Do You Identify?: I just wander about and be! Relationship Status: Caution: Dead End Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Kentucky Posts: 561 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,473 Thanked 2,100 Times in 417 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	Okay, so I gave this poetry thing another whirl after I posted the only one I had ever written. I recently wrote another and vowed if this thread came to light once again, I would post. Something Stirs Within Echoing whispers in my soul, something stirs within. Yesterday's tortures left me for dead, resurrected, I begin, again. Dark and alone, I let no one in, for fear of where it may lead. A brutal penance for earthly sin, life is not judged solely on good deed. Torment and desire ravaged my soul, left me shattered and on my knees. Twisted, writhing, the luster of coal, No choice but to heed their pleas. My soul had lost it’s way it seems, there was nothing there to inspire. I no longer slept for fear of dreams, was this my heart’s desire? It is, as though fate was calling me, to a world of shadow and night. It swallowed me whole, my heart enslaved, To weary to brave the fight.