There are sad souls, dark minds
That like to drag their clouds of misery
Around others attack and stab
with vicious swipes to wipe out happiness.
There is no reason to their darkness
Just a blank hole where the heart should be
Hardened by hate and demented sadness
They make their mission to have others as they are
A game of twist the mind around
lies, pain and betrayal
mean nothing to them
Only the end of self esteem
Their victims left shredded
Their pride in tatters
Their cries are the prize
Of the sad, sad souls
Why? No one knows
there is no explanation
We cannot understand
Because we have hearts.
Their fear is being found out
Being discovered
As the empty, dark shells
They inhabit.
Philosopher Poet with Dreams 
Reblogged this on Phoenix Rising From the Ashes and commented:
I am so impressed by your poetry and your deep insight.
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I love that! Well said
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I really loved this poem. So well said. I didn’t write it but I sure do share the sentiments.
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Thank you and for the reblog too.
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