The Horror of My Empty Soul

by May 9, 2007Poetry

The horror of my empty soul!
Lost but for the wanting
Evermore to wish upon
a love that is most daunting!

For if in truth that love doth speak
of valor and good will
shall I leave my cold lost soul
alone in darkness still?

Shall I dine upon this task
and chance my soul to bleed?
Upon the threshold of the world
to risk my empty need?

The horror of my empty soul!
What shall my choice now be?
Lost but for the wanting?
Or my wanting soul set free?

0 Comments

Submit a Comment

Found in Home 5 Reading Room 5 Poetry 5 The Horror of My Empty Soul

You may also like…

The Dead Marshes.

The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.

read more