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The Wandering Soul

Poetry By: Sgroi123
Poetry



I was thinking about ideas surrounding human souls and this poem came about.


Submitted:Mar 28, 2013    Reads: 50    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   


The white soul it wavers to and fro

Like on a tilting joyous seesaw,

That sends itself back and forth,

To and fro

Wavering in the gentle breeze

Lost in translation it turns to colourless grey

The soul cannot transcend

To a greater level, to new heights, to many new dimensions

And so eventually

The soul, frail as a weary soldier

Falls to the ground

And rests like dead leaves

Ever still and silent

Waiting for another soul

A true companion

To save the soul from itself.

Though the grey soul hopes and wails

It never finds companionship

For as the proverb goes,

'When Armageddon strikes

Only one soul shall remain

To wander the Earth for all eternity.'





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