What becomes of a tortured soul.....

What becomes of a tortured soul,
Uncovered from the past.
Do regrets fade with time,
Or strong enough to last.

What becomes of a tortured soul,
Exposed again to light.
Can the wrongs of yesterday,
Be once again set right.

What becomes of a tortured soul,
Risen from the mire.
Can they ever rest in peace,
Their deepest hearts desire.

Until they find the answer,
They stand there, arms flailing.
Although not a sound is heard,
They’re eternally wailing.

What becomes of a tortured soul.....

David Haviland

Southport, Australia

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Artist's Description

A poem inspired by the tree in this photo.

For me the branches of the tree looked liked arms flailing giving the impression of a writhing person.

Any critique/constructive criticism welcome.

Updated 26/4/08, last paragraph added.

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