Grab The Hand Of A Broken Soul Poem by Rage Allay

No daggers, bullets, nor blades
No wounds, cuts, nor scrapes
Yet, pain rings through my whole
Grab the hand of a broken soul.

Tears rolling down profusely
Blurring eyes, I couldn't see
Deliver my weary spirit
From this dark and hollow pit.

Heaving shoulders, sniffing nose,
Pounding heart, and a prolonged woes
Resonate all corners and nooks
Muffled by the dull curtains and hooks

As tight as I could, I held on to the pole
Afraid of falling into the dark bottomless hole
Where no one can hear me cry
Where no one cares if I die

Desired for love to stay indefinitely
Gave up integrity to preserve my dignity
But love vanished into the wilderness
Trapped in the dungeons of evil's deceitfulness

Grab the hand of a broken soul.