Inside this little body
My soul it hides from sight
It knows a lot about me
Morning, noon and night
No one can really see it
But it’s there just the same
For if I did not have it
Then I would not remain
Except perhaps in memory
Stored within a brain
Of someone who remembers
A thought they can’t explain
Though cells they hide in plain sight
The soul does not take shape
But the energy it gathers
We all leave in our wake
Isolation
The room was strangely empty
As if he was not there
He sat so very quiet
As if he had no cares
No cat or dog to talk to
Or goldfish in a bowl
No television blaring
To ease his lonely soul
For no one ever came here
He did not have a friend
Just shelves filled up with stories
In his library without end
He lived his life in fiction
Engrossed in every page
To transport him from that lonely room
His isolated cage
Thought to Ponder – At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one’s lost self. – Brendon Behan
Music on You Tube – Robert Martin – Great Peace
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