My soul
empty, hollow
waiting

My heart
Broken
It's pieces
Scattered
in the wind

My mind
Hiding
In the folds
Of itself

My body
tortured
with scars of the past

copyright k.s. may 05

Again wow. I love the power that comes from reading your poems. The words just fit and work so well and make us just know the emotion you're trying to tell us about. :yes:

Again I wish I could write poetry but i'll keave that to people that can hey :tsk: