The Lost Soul

The Lost Soul is upon us, Time of reckoning is near. Must find the person inside without causing utter chaos. Emotions run deeper than the stars, Yet dangling on strings like a puppet. One wrong pull and the balance of life is thrown off. Feelings are hurt and never dealt with until it's too late. Walls are put up and are very hard to tear down. Once torn down, any and every feeling, Comes amplified loud and clear. Pain and suffering are dominant... Slowly...turning to anger. Anger turning to cold, which is dark and empty. The Lost Soul thrives in this type of place. Which is dark and empty. Dark- the opposite of light and meaning good. Empty- the opposite of full meaning, fulfillment, joy, fun. Feelings- the threshold of life. Yet we play games with them. We never try to correct them.. Should they be corrected? The Lost Soul does have feelings, but doesn't show them... For it is scared...trapped in its own fear. Fear- a lesson to be learned but can be dealt with, The Lost Soul knows no direction, just hurt. Death is certain, time unknown. Must live in order to survive. Survival- the game in which there are no winners or losers... For this is an entity within.