Blacksoul

Souls will perish without hope

Bouts of self hatred that consumes the mind

To rather die in the arms of no one 

Lonely and cold in terror of the unknown  

The man quickly labeled monster in the slightest misstep

Everything taken from his grasp and no where to turn 

Pressure and anxiety riddled 

The ego chimes masculinity doesn't seek help

And to what end does this fallacy reach?

The demons know no end 

Just another attempt to harm, box, and destroy the mind indirectly

Love isn't found in the uncommunicative 

Societal issues and the femoral artery that's slashed 

Reviews

[Sneh]

Ending is creative .....you have covered no. Of aspects...and giving broad meaning to our so called existence.
Good job:)

[R.L. Davenport]

Thanks for the review. Appreciate it!

[Coyote Poetry]

The black soul. A deadly sickness. You cannot be healed. Powerful and worthwhile shared. I enjoyed these words and thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[R.L. Davenport]

Thanks for the review Coyote, as always (I meant to respond to these a month ago ;)