Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Lost Soul

The lost soul wanders through the throng of people,
deaf and blind to the world around him. He looks
through tired eyes and walks his tired body. Tired
from the pain and the stresses of life. Tired from having
nothing to do, tired from being shouted at, and turned
away. Tired from being acknowledged as nothing more
than a pest and a nobody.
Finding a dark isolated corner, he rolls his best friend
between his fingers, places it between his lips, puffs
and lets go. Finally a place of comfort where the world
wont find him!

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