abandoned
left for dead
the soul reaches out
no one answers,
a gentle stream
flows through the mind
the soul acknowledges
terminating the search;
a body on the ground
lays quiet as it
listens...
sounds of the living
deep inside,
caves of hope
offer solutions,
the soul similes at all
its good fortune...
the ground on which
it lays turns to
quicksand....
slowly sinking down
into something...
waving goodby to all the
fools that would not help,
the soul is devoured
and no longer is it
abandoned.
March 29, 2024
No comments:
Post a Comment