Immortality Poem by Jasmine Williams

It stole all my gifts
My soul, my passion, my love
Now everything is lower than the sea
So lower than should be, it is lower than me
I bleed the sadness like a willow tree
I scream, I scream, I scream
What is singing for?
If I am without melodies
What is dreaming for?
If I have only broken dreams

The passion from my life has died
Fiery hatred is born
I can feel the contempt arise
While, my holiness is scorned
I can feel the truth subside
For lying is a lure
I can see the darkest side
It seems so clean and pure
Seems as if my destruction is the cure
From all that I endure

I can feel my soul in rage
Urging to let its voice escape
Looking for another way
To fight the pain
Yes, this evil is insane
To kill the life I never had
Steal my love, my good, and made it bad
How dare this immorality?
Every day for it astray
All my love and pride away
I scream, I scream, I scream
what is winning when I am losing everything
What is liking for when I cannot like anything
How can it be? I cannot make of it
though; it’s made of me internally