lost soul

lost soul

fiction
edward w pritchard

Be there a soul that isn't lost?

Judging always judging improperly seeing everything

Trapped in Karma, with it's impeccable memory

Prosperous as Midas, slowly starving to death

Who will go to the airport to pick up a lost soul when returning from nowhere?

This I, transitory and illusionary, not this not that, dolefully stops not for hitchhiker's