Lost soul

I sat in the middle

Looking down at the burning flames

It wasn't lava,

But it was burning.

I looked up

Seeing the Heavens floating above

The colors shining

And here I sat in the middle.

I was a lost soul,

No one knew what to do with me

Not good for heaven

And nor for hell.

So I wander around,

Being the lost soul that I am.

Author: Prachi Saini

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