Tortured Souls

In the depths of darkness, where shadows reside, Lies a tale of souls, once vibrant and alive. Butchered by life's cruel hand, they were torn, Their essence shattered, their spirits worn. Each soul, a story of love and pain, Etched upon their hearts, like scars remain. Their dreams, once lofty, now tattered and frayed, In this world of chaos, they've lost their way. But amidst the ruins, a glimmer of hope, A spark of resilience, refusing to elope. For within each butchered soul, lies strength untold, A will to rise above, to break free from the mold. They gather their fragments, piece by piece, Rebuilding their spirits, finding inner peace. With every step forward, they reclaim their might, Shining through the darkness, like stars in the night. So, let us remember these butchered souls, Their resilience and courage that makes them whole. For in their struggles, we find the power to heal, To mend our own wounds, and let our spirits reveal. Romique