Poem 210508

Darkness falls upon an unbinded soul;
Hanging onto a cliff with crumbled earth.
Blindness takes over as it gets cold,
Wishing that it could go back to its birth.

Scarred; upon the words being read,
Only thoughts overwhelm its simple mind.
Numb; although it had been cut to be bled,
It had learn to not speak; nor whine.

Confused, of what's left in its world,
For it sees half of its own reflection.
It was never known to be vulnerable,
Not does it have its own protection.

It ponders only on the path it sees,
It was not known to venture elsewhere.
It will continue to walk over land, and seas,
To find its other half, elsewhere..