Who's going to save my soul

Sometimes we get lost along our way...

Defenseless, I am.
Like a tree against the strongest winds
Branches being bent, torn and thrown about.
I am invisible, movement still, cries silent.
Yet I breathe.
The sound slow, timid,
Against all around.
Nothing matters, nothing has meaning.
For the light has slowly faded,
Hope has left,
Is there more?

Who's going to save my soul?

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

(Who's going to save my soul?) There is only One. His name is Jesus. ~Sharon

[Mark]

Life seems so chaotic and the older I get the more time is compressed. Does your soul need saving? I guess you are the judge and jury.

[...]

Your question on the end have very simple answer. Only you and no one else.

[Emma]

I really like the line of
movement still, cries silent
contradicting the chaotic image of the previous line and perfect use of rather extinct oxymorons. Bringing to mind the question of if no-one heard it did the tree fall?...
I think in that one line you have summed up beautiful the whole message of the poem, the desperate need to be comforted but despite your best efforts the inability to be heard by any who could provide. Well done xx

[R J Askew]

It's a question many ask at different times for different reasons. Very human write. Many will get it.

[Valentine]

We all know the answer to that question. Valentine

[Valentine]

We all know the answer to that question. Valentine

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I believe that we can only save our our soul... with that said, I love this poem, it expresses how we all feel sometime in our live.

[Quill]

i like the general flow of this poem up till the end