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"My Dying Soul"

I scream into the silence

yet no one hears a sound,

I shatter every pane of glass

the walls come tumbling down,



Not one shard of glass is recognised

nor the blood upon the floor,

they tread upon my fearful heart

as if it were nothing more,



Than a raindrop on the wind

too minute to matter,

meant to drift and meant to fall

upon the ground and splatter,



The blindness of their eyes

have helped to make me see,

that the only one who will ever hear

my dying soul is me,...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is for all the people who fail to see someone right in front of them  who is dying, even when they in their own ways try to show you,,tell you, that suicide is on their mind.I tried and failed, but it was a success in that now I see that for me, facing death head on, on MY own terms then thru fates intervention whatever, I survived. Because of that, life , living, has gained a new deeper meaning for me.

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©20 November 2006 - 11:25pm — raven_hair
21 November 2006 - 12:12am — Hope Against Fate (not verified)
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Well written! The vivid imagery gives life to the emotions of the voice behind the poem. The reader does not know of how the individual got to this point which is ironic as everyone in the person's life does not seem to notice anything is wrong at all. The realization at the end, stating "the only one who will ever hear my dying soul is me" sounds like the words of a true survivor as the first step in coming out of depression is accepting your emotions as being the results of your reaction to the events surrounding you and not the events themselves. Keep writing.