A Wandering Soul

Forgotten, like a memory.

Lost within a dream was he,

 Or was it reality, something he couldn’t clearly see.

He felt around in the darkness’ stomach,

An incessant pit that had no end.

 

Nothing was in sight,

Not his hands nor his thoughts.

An endless maze,

That had no walls.

 

All he could do was take a step, and then later another,

Or at least that’s what he thought he did,

For he could not feel his legs, nor could he shudder.

Was he falling or floating? A thought that drifted through the air.

 

Did he have hands to feel with?

A body to boot?

Was he moving backwards or forwards?

His mind, he began to lose.

 

Insanity or sanity,

A line between them was smudged.

He did not care anymore,

Nor did he feel hate or love.

 

A wandering soul was he,

So lost and forgotten.

 

Moving between life and death,

His soul was begotten by no one.

No one cared for him,

No one really even remembered him,

But me.

Reviews

[SyberRose]

A sad write but nicely penned...enjoyed and hope you are enjoying the first day of summer Soma...:)

[Soma-ko]

Thank you, and at the moment I am loving the weather, not too hot with a nice breeze. :)

[NA]

Deep,dark...brilliant...enjoyed :)

[Soma-ko]

Haha, why thank you, glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Leandro Mendez]

great work!!

[Soma-ko]

Why thank you!