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