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Soul Spent

For the first time in a long time,

She had an idea.

For the first time in a long time,

She used her soul.

It started with one,

And then another.

Many more came

And went.

The soul can bear such a load

Until it needs rest.

But what if it did not rest?

What if it dragged on and on and on

And so the mirror stares back

And reflect all that it is within.

And what is within?

Is it Nothing? Creation? Or destruction?

When the soul is spent and the heart gone,

The mirror is dark.

And if the mirror is dark

What is left to tell us who we are?

Then we know, in all ends, there are two parts,

The ending and the stop.

In all ends, there is only the goodbye

And the beatless silence.