Pieces of My Soul

Pieces of My Soul

A Poem by Caradoc
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The lonely cry of one who has given in to despair...

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Remember me from days bygone
When a smile was what I always had on
Remember only yesterday
And do not fear tomorrow
Surely the pain will not remain here to stay
And broken hearts will be released from sorrow

Remember me from yesterday
Before I gave away the pieces of my soul,
One to My First Love, another to my second
A third to one whose skin was as soft as a dove's
A fourth to a bitter soul, and many after that,
Until I reached the one, Her, who holds the final fragment of my soul,
Preventing me from being entirely whole

Remember me before the storm
When clouds did not follow me around
Remember what I was when I had my whole form,
Before my heart the cold did surround,
Remember that I trusted love and I believed in Hope,
Remember that I had found my home so near at hand,
Remember the pieces of my soul that are yet still missing,
I had settled peacefully on Ivory shores and the softest sands
Remember that but for a moment I was caught kissing
The hand of the one I thought would be mine,

Remember that she still holds the last piece of my shattered soul
Remember only she has the power to make me whole once more
Prayers are worthless for hope has abandoned me
And yet I prayed for salvation, abandoned instead to damnation,
Lost in a sea of perpetual agony,
Remember that I was once whole,
Remember that the blind can never truly see
I was blind and could not see,
That pain is the only eternal certainty

Remember me when I'm gone
For I do not believe I have the strength left within me to linger on
My soul is shattered into a million shards,
Making this life oh so hard
And yet if she would share with me that one last piece
I know I would find release

Remember me from days bygone
I do not have the will to linger on
I can see my end is drawing near
Never to be saved from the abyss is what I fear
Remember me well when I am gone
And please...for me...don’t shed any tears....

© 2015 Caradoc


Author's Note

Caradoc
Long ago, I was ready for the final curtain call...

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This poem makes me so sad. I know you no longer feel this way, but I feel so sad that you did for even a moment in time....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Caradoc

10 Years Ago

o.O

Do you think maybe you've disagreed with me strongly enough? lol
Palm Tree

10 Years Ago

Lol nope. I think I need to disagree some more
Caradoc

6 Years Ago

My secret is that I have felt like this for many years now...
Hauntingly beautiful , pain sometimes passes and we live to fulfil the promise.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Caradoc

11 Years Ago

Thank you for the read and the review. You are right. It does sometimes pass. I believe I learned a .. read more
"Remember me well when I am gone
And please...for me...don’t shed any tears...."
I believe good to write down thoughts when feeling tire and no place you want to be. All of us feel this way in the poem. That is why we need friends and family to support us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote



Posted 11 Years Ago


Caradoc

11 Years Ago

Thank you. I was lucky when I wrote this. I came very close to ending my life. A good friend stepped.. read more
Coyote Poetry

11 Years Ago

We need friends. I have try to save a few and had been saved often.
Caradoc

11 Years Ago

That is very true.
This is such a sad- but well written poem. I am glad that the suicidal urge has passed for you. I can feel your past pain so vividly. I am sorry that you had to go through that.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on August 17, 2012
Last Updated on May 13, 2015
Tags: Teen, Despair, Suicide

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