The black hole empty feeling deep inside the pit of my being growls and hungers for something it will never have Sadness ever darkens the hole filling it with thoughts that should not ever have been conceived The one, the only one must leave forever without any acknowledgement of the truth I needed ...

How utterly enjoyable!

today i can relate, although mine is imaginary, it still wounds probably worse because you still are living.

Byron, never fear, I believe in the same deity. He breathed life in us which I call a soul. The soul cries out to Him. I feel poets have learned a way through words to utter those cries of joy and sadness. But our bodies are just that, dust. What is left is His breath in us.

Peace.

To thirst, to crave, to want, to need So badly hurting you want to bleed The knife is sharp, the pain acute the soul is wounded, there's no refute A life ensconced in fairy tales the knife, each year, further impales It twists and turns but you won't die it's all about the great big lie There's some...

Heatherly, I can absolutely relate to this one. She has not lost her soul, but she has lost her self. She needs to run as fast as she can to the nearest exit and retrace her steps way back to who she was BEFORE she fell into a mold that society created for her. Nurture that previous being and learn ...

George, I like your signature. I am new here. Although I believe we are more than human for we have a soul. The soul sings out all these beautiful and sad poems that transcend our humanity.