This dying soul

This dying soul,
shattered by the wheels of time.
Torn to pieces from the everlasting darkness around me.

As the stars gaze down,
this dark and cold winter night,
I am walking in the air.

My tears has already reached the hard ground below,
Mother Earth,
this is my sacrifice to you,
my dying soul.





Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-07 at 17:48

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Zachary P. B.
shattered by the wheels of time...

we all must face time, and everything eventually dies. but our soul is precious and our words can be remembered, therefore we live on. and heaven is just beyond the corner.

loved it. =)
z
2006-08-09



Even in our sleep, pain for which we cannot forget falls drop by drop unto the heart, and in our despondency, and against our will, comes wisdom, through the awesome grace of God. As oxygen is important to the lungs, such is hope for the meaning of life. Finally, and it is only my own personal perspective, our mortal body falls down and die and return to the earth, but the soul, well, it lives on forever. You wrote a remarkable poem on a remarkable subject.
2006-08-08


Emelén The PoetBay support member heart!
I believe a soul cannot die , but maybe one can feel as if it is dying.
I hope your next life will mend your grief.
Good text.
2006-08-07


Will
powerfully sad, but greatly expressed...
2006-08-07