Stone Mills

What is in a soul?

Words come in and out like breaths.
My mind rests on the ocean of them,
Searching again for a name.

You told me there was no soul,
And i already knew that,

But something turns to stones within me,
And that something holds me yet.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

My take on this is of an aging person who has millions of words but cannot remember them; your brain is turning to stone; you knew your soul was lost, but now it's your words, your mind. Very Nice write, I like it.

[STORIES BEHIND EYES]

Very nice hun, its like a lost soul without a name or trapped in some darkness of something unknown. While the mind is actually elsewhere very peacefully. Loved it good work hun 🙂