eidolon

misplaced ...

somehow
i am not where i need to be
my soul is . . . misplaced
my spirit wanders
placed, mistakenly, in the wrong time
the wrong place
the wrong shell

the soul's needs left unmet
malnourished
by the circumstances of the wrong life
it slaves
unfit to care for the shell it is in

longing for release
it waits

waiting

wanting

death

G.D. Copyright 2002