The lost soul

Written by: Robert Broadbent    

The Lost Soul



Lost and lonely,

Wandering….where?

A cold misty darkness,

Filling the air,
Outstretched hands

Beginning to pray.

Feeling my way,
I cannot see,
Praying to what?

But darkness and gloom.

Praying to whom?
Nothing is here,
I try to scream,

Only the silence,

To wail and to shout,
My fear increases,
No sound coming out.

My heart cries out,

The terror, the mist,
My body is gone,
I do not exist. 
In anguish, despair,

Wandering….where?


Lost and lonely,


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