Missing person
What if my soul has gone?
Because it could not take the pain
Left me empty and without song
For my mind to weave itself insane
Did it fly into the heavens?
And leave me to dwell below the stars
Alone, with no friends among men
To drown myself at the bar
There is no sunlight, rain nor thunder
No longer does my world appear the same
Through the eyes which bare no sentient perceiver
Through a body which merely holds a name
No longer do I dwell among the living
Nor can I seek comfort among the dead
Merely a being full of air; breathing
Likened to a stick man with a head
The future is grim.
O what am I to do?
By Ellese Elliott
The Philosophy Takeaway 'Open Topic' Issue 31
