A tortured soul.
Just can’t, won't let it go.
It's hard to remember love.
Yet the memory is without thought!
My agony without  knowledge!
A tortured soul in this hell, a life my life without hope.
Now I can clearly see and see not at all.
Not able to move on, unable to let go, not able to say.
Holding back the deepest fear.
I go thru this alone.
For no one can truly know.
Just a ghost.
Shadow of my being, that once was.
Glimpses of what once could of being.
Left here so empty
Emotion.
I no longer shown.
Emotion.
Felt nor shared.
My outside is all you see.
A glimpse of what I use to be.
Alone.
Left here so empty.
Slowly I slip away.
Alone, a tortured soul , a heartless creation.
Yet I am lost without wandering
And alone in the crowd.
By Oscar