Broken Soul

Depressed – A broken soul in its premature stages...
A broken soul in its premature stages
Departed from claustrophobic cages
It releases its wings and unintentionally sours
It wishes to be free and nothing more
It’s old and battered and its mind is torn
He’s dripping with guilt from the times he’s sworn
This beautiful soul hurts from the pain it’s endured
The broken creature will never be cured
His past life was in human form
In everyway it abandoned the norm
It all went back to the day he was born
History’s never recalled such a storm
He became December’s child
Never happy always depressed and wild
From the day he was born his life went down hill
Gracious to the fact he’s not alive still
This souls is now free
What he wanted to be
Able to act himself for all to see

By tamara minaoui
Published: 12/18/2006
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