| Tormented Soul The hole in my soul gives endless pain No relief, no expectations, no hope of gain Just painful memories Of the fiery brand upon my heart. Ceaselessly burning, forever marked, Oh life, for me is there no cure? No end to this everlasting torture? No, I am stricken, deadened to hope, Tormented like the fires of hell, Imprisoned by anguish of lost love eternal. Copyright ©2003 Patricia Dempsey |
