Category : Poems

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The lose soul is a soul all alone, so lonely and empty. 

A soul of its own, is never anyone or anything, in particular. 

Trying to find its way, like an old wore out pair of shoes, with a hole in the sole of them. 

Wondering, which direction it's going to blow into, from the dark windy night air without a care, that blew all night long. 

Not knowing where to stop, once it's there, from falling through the dark windy night air, without a care...

The lost soul is like paper blowing through the dark windy night air, without a care...

Not knowing, which direction to go in, the lost soul could be here or there, it's everywhere, from blowing and falling through the dark windy night air, without a care...

Who could ever know of a lost soul, if  your soul has never been lost? 

The lost soul has no friends, at least that's what it believes, as it blow's through the windy night air, without a care...

Because it's lost without a soul, with no direction to go, just blowing and falling through the dark windy night air without a care...

Not knowing where from there, just blowing and falling everywhere through the dark windy night air, without a care...

The lost soul, have no feelings of never being missed, among the rest nevertheless, the lost soul with it'd thoughts of its own thoughts in the dark windy night air, without a care..

Could a lost soul belong to a woman or man? 

Whom to say, by far it has to be human to have a lost soul?

Goldfish that swimm's in a fish tank with other goldfish and then one day, there's only one goldfish in the fish tank, is the goldfish soul lost, because it's alone? 

Truth be told, the lost soul are in the past, trying to find the present, but it's hard to do from being lost for so long. 

The lost soul, has no soul to own, having a soul of its own, belonging to no one or anything in particular. 

The lost soul, has no home of its own, to go to, as it just roems through the dark windy night air, without a care...

The lost soul is like a lost pup, lost and wondering, through the streets on a late cold dark night, with windy air blowing, without a care...

The lost pup not knowing where he is, lost and afraid of the dark cold night and windy air, because he has a soul that never been lost before in dark, he continues to walk. 

With a heart of gold, the little pup who was lost and afraid, because of his soul. 

A lost soul is never afraid, because it  stands alone, just trying to find a home to belong...

The  lost soul loves the dark, hate the day. 

Behold the soul do hear voices in its ear, out of fear, not knowing, which direction to go in, just like the little pup did, as he heard the same voice at the same time...

The lost soul remains lost, because it doesn't have a soul or a home to go to, while the little pup, found his way, because he had soul of gold...

By, 
Larry Perry, Sr. 
12/14/2017