//souls of the lost//
I hear the sound of cries
Singing in symphony of pain.
Wandering like the clouds
Shedding tears in dark.
Unheard yet known,
The existence of breathing yet dead souls.
Desperate yet calm,
Screams of the silent whimpers.
Bliss of lie inside the head carries
Blues of solitude in the heart,
Fighting the line, indecisive.
Hopes in hollow heaved with insecurities.
Neither human nor ghost
Something in the middle
Like a lost soul.
-Roselin
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