Wandering Souls…
What comes to mind when the word ‘ghost’ is mentioned? Well, this is a little sum up of what I think….
Wandering Souls
no warmth from the bright sun
nor feel the passion of love anymore,
She sees only streams of dark moving clouds
amongst those inhaling in living air,
who are those, only wandering souls
is there room for pity,
in that heart of yours?
no shell to contain her soul
nor shelter from stormy nights,
where is she to dwell
please do tell her where,
She’s so lost in the crowd
of frustrated and confused souls,
her anger heats and boils up
but that takes her nowhere,
in the chilliness of night time
She sees a sea of people,
whilst you see only your following shadow
you do not hear her and the rest,
as they sulk and curse of their rotten fate
your destiny is an envy to all,
you still have warm breaths
and pink rosy cheeks to match,
as you look forward to the future
to fulfill your awaiting destiny,
but what is she and the rest,
only wandering souls and nothing more.
