broken
a poem about feeling lost in this ride known as life
Sometimes you feel so lost and empty;
so broken beyond repair,
so gone and lonely that
no one can see inside you anymore,
if there is even anything left to see.
I feel that everything good has leaked out,
and just the bad is left to keep.
there is nothing left that is decent here.
my soul has made a descent
into the depths;
of all of the hellbent.
redemption has come to late
and this soul we will foresake.
omens speak of the worst sort;
of things to come.
this being has been here so long
and nothing of any purpose will ever come.
cut the ties now, cut them quick with this empty vessel you must do.
anything left attached to one in this damnation evil will surely come to.
a miracle it would be
if one day this trecherous soul would be free
for if this day did in fact come
than all who are pure and good would surely rot and suffocate.
Adrian Carmody
there is nothing left that is decent here
..having one of those days myself
Lauren Lynch
yeah, hah I feel that.
martin venit
Want to know what is not only “decent,” but quite incredible. Your art, your poetry and the mind body and spirit that created them. Look inside, see what reflects back to yourself, what is told to you reflects nothing but your laughter.
Lauren Lynch
thank you martin for your kind thoughts, very much appreciated.