Witnessing SoulA Poem by Alfred Kukitzin the dark
Witnessing Soul
They were dithering Ambling about as though lost at sea They liked the feeling When an opening arrived they ignored it Moving deeper into the sad darkness Upon them came empty souls Their own souls dangling like odd beings all amiss, quiet, without a blessed scent among them The searchers quietly gathered around themselves with nothing to say or do Some can witness there essence in the stupidity of their own minds. © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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10 Reviews Added on September 11, 2016 Last Updated on September 12, 2016 Tags: Witnessing, soul, dithering, blessed AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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