Erosion

Jeeze I am so morose.

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Erosion

How odd the human soul?
Do we all have one?
Do we loose it?
What entails the human soul?
Exaclty how, and why?
What use does it have, other than to be lost?

I use mine to bargain.
I have never lost.
I think, I hope, I wonder.

I feel my soul sometimes.
Its a great empty chasm.
The endless black.

I wonder what I would be if I lost me.
Thats my soul.
The nothing is what I feel.

Was something there at one time.
I think so.
I feel the dust.

I feel it in the waste.
In that old place.
The once filled space.

The overtaxed, the worn.
The dust driven, the dust caught.
The dust.

The dust from the erosion of my soul.