Lost soul

By Jonathan m. Marshall

A lost travels

To lands unheard of

And are untold of

The soul is searching

For the one that

Is meant for it

Wither it be a person

Or it be a thing

This soul will see

A lost soul travels to

Places that are unspoken

And that are feared

The soul listens to

The stories of the these places

But never turns away

For it knows that

What it was searching for is there

A lost soul feels

Like a penny that was

Laid on the ground

And is forgotten by those

Ever with the world sees

It as someone's trash

It will shine as

Bright as the stars do

In the night sky

A lost soul seems to be

Draw between two worlds

But the worlds see

Only the parts that they hate

But the soul does not care

For it knows

That the one

It searches for

Is in one of the worlds

It does the truth

Of its path it choose