A Lost Soul

• Rachelle Lanappe, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

As I lay here,
I look to the sky, but I see nothing but black, I don’t know where I am but I’m not sure that I want to. it’s dark and insubstantial and I wonder if it’s real, I hear voices, ones that I’ve never heard before, I hear footsteps coming toward me, but I don’t know if they’re just in my head, then I feel the cold touch of a pernicious hand and a single tear inundates my face, then I think to myself this can’t be a dream, this is real. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t like it, I wish I wasn’t here but I am. The tremor, the pain scares me and I start to silently pray. I see a dark shadow cast over me, I feel the breath of a dwelling soul speaking on my neck; I feel the body of an abandoned spirit lay upon me. So I close my eyes and release myself, my passion, my love, my heart is gone, I am no longer who I once was, I am now nothing more than a detached soul. I feel nothing, but see everything; I have no fear because to the world, I am dead.