Treasure Island

Jessica Stubbs

(12/11/95)

Where The Lost Souls Go


There is a place where the lost souls go
A place where they sit broken and alone
Not needing to put on a show
Embracing a silence that makes them feel whole
It doesn't last though
But for a little while
Everything is okay again
There is a small fire
Building in there hearts
And a knowing grin
On their faces
Soon it will vanish
and that fire burns out
And they leave sad
But hopeful for a new beginning
As the time is ending
There is a place where the lost souls go
A place where they sit broken and alone
But at the same time not alone
Not even close

Submitted: Friday, January 20, 2012
Edited: Saturday, January 21, 2012
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