Desolate Cries Poem by Emaleigh Marie

A soul that cries
For love and compassion,
Is a soul many know not
It's possession is agony as dear as it comes.

The soul is forever torn,
As a demon with angel wings,
Wearied and broken
For those we love..
Vessals of hate, pain, joy, and desire.

Prisoners trapped between
Heart and mind,
With hidden feelings
Lost dreams and expressions
Through fallen shadows of grace,
Calls out a soul....
With desolate cries.