Damned was the First Man


Damned was the First Man

I know my soul is dead

For I am here

In hell

I know my soul is dead

For these words are bare

I know my soul is dead

For no one's warmth

For me they have to share

I know my soul is dead

For it never lived from the start

But Maybe it does live

Some place

For a tear

I now shed

Poem Comments


Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

jademelissa74 commented on Damned was the First Man


At face value, this poem is quite painful. It is said, that a soul is an immaterial part of a living being. In my humble opinion, it is simply the consciousness and personality of a human being. I love the way you end the poem, since indeed, if a tear has been shed, your spirit/soul is alive, for it feels and longs redemption. This is a nicely conveyed dark poem. Great job.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

NoOnesType’s Poems (29)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Black Rain 0
She Will Die 1
Beneath the Undergrowth 1
Grave 1
Living Eyes 2
The Motto of Your Shallow Life 0
Nie Eindrucksvoll
e Welt
To Lie is To Be Human 2
It Could Have Been A Good Life 1
Winding Labyrinth of Lunacy 0
A Perfect Hell 1
Truth Hurts No More 1
Eye of Time 0
Damned was the First Man 1
I Rhyme With Hate 4
Sacred Scarcity 4
Der Traumschleier 1
Actions More Than Words 0
The End 2
Wir Existieren Für Nichts 0
Unsterblich Und Allein 1
Without A Destiny 0
No I Didn't. I was an Adrenaline Junky. 3
Forever in Debt to Loneliness 2
Sympathy And Apathy 0
Closer And Farther 0
Shutting Out Reality 1