The Lost Soul

There stood that beast that ghastly thing. It curled up into a ball that wanted to disappear when things got bad but in stead it just stands there

like a on-looker wishing or the wind that you know is there but you refuse to put at least a little interest in tending to it wounds ,like a mother to her child

Do you hear her that wind, do you hear me the faint cries you hear at night but pay no attention to, do you hear me that strong woman that could do so much, but instead she

she gasps for air in her own sea of thought

and when she is done putting up a useless fight that just makes everything worse

She sinks in the darkness and her body is cold, and lifeless as you had once treated her

What is left is staring blurrly into what we call life realizing that all her heart had gone to waste

What she thought was real just claimed her as a foul

Now what is left drifts off, sneaking glaces here and there find ways for you to shiver in the cold

just as you had left her