Lost Souls.

Lost Inside.
Trapped inside
A void.
No longer
Feeling your self–
An empty shell.
Amidst the disarray
Souls are cracked
Open like a frosted
Glass falling into
An emotionless pit.

Time bowed down–
Even to this indescribable.
It’s tentacles spread
Far and wide.
Deepening it’s roots;
Festering, eating
The lost souls
Of the innocents.

Even in the landscape
Of relentless cold
One finds heated
Pockets of warmth.

Gandhi
Poet
14/07/19

Picture from Pinterest.

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