Forsaken souls drowned with shrieks,
Unresonated by waves of anger,
With help from the howling wind,
In foreign oceans,
Ending the desire,
For salvation,
On The Promised Island.
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Reviews of "Forsaken Souls"
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2004
Haunting and well done!
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2004
Esra this is so powerful...I cannot imagine what it feels like
to be so forsaken...great writing...floria
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2004
Esra, you captured the meaning of forsaken well. It is even hard to think about having no hope; being completely forsaken. Hope you are not feeling this way. Well written poetry. Bill
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to be so forsaken...great writing...floria