Today I decided to give you guys a big treat. This is a poetic something (I don't really know what to call it) that I wrote a little while back. This is going to invoke some strong feelings and reactions from people (possibly you). Read carefully and with an open mind. If you are not open minded, then you will fail to understand where this story comes from.
A Tortured Soul
There is an old saying that the eyes are the window to the
soul. Supposedly if you stare into someone’s eyes long enough you can see deep
down in to their soul and see exactly what they feel and what they are truly
made of. People look into mine and they
see mystery. If they only looked harder, they would see that there is no
mystery. In my soul lies darkness, torture, sadness, and anger. The type of
darkness that is all consuming. The darkness rushes over my every being until I
cannot see or find my way out. My first instinct is to fight, fight my way out.
I fight as if my life depends on it, and what no one realizes is that it truly
does.