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Lost Soul
A poem about life and death
I am more ancient than the wind
But, much younger than the sun
I am the human soul, and
Another soul spoke the first two lines
I rail against injustice, and
Then, go out and commit it
I am conflicted, but not constricted
For I can fly and soar above it all
Or come so low and dark, a pall
Screaming I run, and laughing, I cry
I give as easily as I take away
I am both a gift and a debt
From who and to whom?
Will you find out?
Before you lay in the tomb?
The pain stabs deeper in me
Than the physical body I inhabit
Do you feel it? Some don’t, maybe
Or is that only when I was a baby?
Oh, sweet life, when will you leave me?
And where will I go once you are gone?
You are my lover and my enemy
I embrace you and push you away
For this corporal body, is a disease
But, oh, how I love being sick
My glass is half empty or half full?
What if I don’t even own a glass?
Am I half empty or half full?
What or who can fill me up?
I know I…
