The Broken Souls

 

She locks the door,

Tears leaking behind closed eyes,

Sliding down to the floor,

How much can she take?

 

He looked at the gun,

Lying in his hand,

He looks up to the sun,

And raises a shaking hand.

 

These are the ones who fell,

The people who have broken,

Who no one can tell,

If they are still alive.

 

She looks at the blood,

Pooling around her,

And her hand falls with a gentle thud,

The blade glitters as it falls.

 

His hand shakes,

And comes to rest next to his leg,

His own life he can’t take,

Tears fall from healing eyes,

As from behind his sweetheart

Wraps arms around him,

He can finally heal.

 

Some of them will heal,

But for some they can’t take the pain,

And they don’t want to feel,

Because all they feel is pain.

 

A group of people stand in the rain,

Mourning the loss of a friend,

But she couldn’t take the pain,

No one took the time,

To ask if she’s okay,

But she isn’t okay; the teasing was too much,

And the pain wouldn’t fade away,

Instead it just bunched up,

And now their standing in the rain,

But they can’t understand her pain.

 

You can’t ask them questions,

Are you afraid of answers?

Or is it because that they will mention,

That you didn’t stand up,

For the one’s who needed it.

 

These are the broken souls,

The ones who have seen,

Who have paid the toll

Of living, of feeling,

And these are the ones,

Who can feel in the dark,

The price the world pays.

Reviews

[Jd Young]

This poem is really powerful. I mean it's making me feel so guilty at the same time feeling like on of those broken people. It makes me so sad when I see those types of people you talk about, the broken ones, straddling the streets feeling left out. In a way, this world threw them away and now alls they have left is their day to day joys, if that. These people eventually become numb to everything, but the most dangerous thing they become numb to, is themselves. What kind of life is that to live if they are not people anymore. They're just outcasts waiting for life to let them back in, and when it does, they know things will never be the same.

And then they let go, because letting go feels so good. There suicide is like a release. Because they cut off all the sounds, all the faces, all the pain...

But there is always hope..... always.

This is one of the most powerful pieces that I've ever read. Thank You.
I can relate to this poem in many ways because I have felt like this. I have tried to turn the sound off. I have tried. It's a horrible thing to be thrown away, but I had hope and I kept on hoping. And it got better.

[Shannon Carinne Sparks]

They break my heart, the lonely sad ones. The stars in their eyes fall out, and it makes the whole world look dark. I know what that's like, but I've always believed in hope. The people in your poem seem to have lost that even. I always want to help them find it, but maybe your poems will.

[*Kantola*]

I absolutely loved this poem. There are many people that feel the dark price that the world pays. They feel that it's their fault for things happening, and that nothing will change who they are. There are people that think they're the world's problem, and they're a burden to their friends, and that they must do 'way with themselves in order to make themselves, and their friends, feel better. That's not the truth... "FRIENDSHIP IS THE BEST THING EVUR!"
Now that my friendship speech is over...
Beautifully written! I ALMOST CRIED >: Wonderful imagery, Jester!

[Jane Doe]

A very powerful and emotional piece. A fitting tribute to those that are lost and can't seem to find their way out of the agony. So well written. Thanks for sharing!