How long will my soul be tormented
And break me in pieces with words?

If I cry aloud, still I won't be heard.
I stamp the floor, and leap to the ground, but justice didn't come in.

My ways are fenced
I can't walk through
And my path is full of darkness,
I stumbled upon agony.

I am stripped from contentment
And on my head they made
me wear a crown of thorns
I was no man but a worm
I am poured out like water.

I am broken down on every side
And I am gone.

My hope is uprooted from the tree
There's groaning in my poems
But no one sees it,
Because I am invinsible.

The people I know spat on me
Counting me as their enemies.
What have I done to deserve this?
Ah, how my soul is tormented!

My bone clings to my skin
and to my flesh,
I am chained to this body,
I can't escape, for I am a prison.

I would fly away like a dream,
And not be found,
I could disappear like a vision of the night, and not be seen
by the eyes that sees me
I am a magnet to my own flesh.

My soul is listless
because of the agony
It is consumed by
unfanned fire,
My heart melting within me.

I can't be eyes to the blind
Neither a feet to the lame.
I am no lissom,
My life is lithe
For this soul is tormented.

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Thanks for reading!

I wrote this poem from the bottom of my heart, and this is exactly how I feel. My soul is tormented and nobody knows!

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