Soulless Human

A poem for lost souls

The closed door of the Soulless Human

I don’t think.
I don’t dream.
I don’t live.
I am a soulless human, barely one at all.
I am The Stranger, the same as the book,
Which was once a stranger to us all.
Forgotten from the stories of those around me,
Oblivious to them all.
Look what they turned me into,
Look what I’ve become.
A gravity that sucked all the love and happiness,
A gravity that ended all.
I am no human to be trifled with,
for I am no human at all.