Beaten

Image credit: Jeff Wasserman

Image credit: Jeff Wasserman

I gaze in this mirror but can’t see my face
Something quite other has taken its place
Where once there was sunshine the sky is dull grey
Now that my soul has been beaten away

I whispered a question, the answer’s a curse
Whatever the cure it only gets worse
My life but a ruin, my heart in decay
Now that my soul has been beaten away

The darkness beneath a shadowy door
Reminds of the hopes I was once yearning for
Devils beguile all my fears to allay
Now that my soul has been beaten away

Can’t look in the mirror, I don’t have the eyes
The gaze of the fallen is just dull surprise
Too late come the warnings and all that they say
Now that my soul has been beaten away

I see my redemption is too far delayed
Now that my soul has been beaten away

(c) Helen M Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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4 Responses to Beaten

  1. This is a heart breaking poem. I have spoken to many people who have been beaten physically and mentally. Now is the only reality and each moment is the opportunity to make a change. Be the change you want to be. Love and blessings. ~ Dennis

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  2. My first comment on your darker blog. Liked the poem. I think it speaks to all who suffer mental anguish.

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