Soul,
gone in the world,
Running, running with wolves....
gone, warmth from the cold,
my cold war,
gone by what was said before....-
Gone
Gone
Gone
loner so lonesome:-
Breakaway
Hideaway
Fade-a-way
'cause I can't see anymore,
Nevermore
Whatever-more?
'cause I can't break anymore, anymore for whatever it takes,
it's been lost a little too late,
between you and I, what is the silence,
before you and I?
Nevermore
Nevermore
Nevermore
'cause I can't be mistaken anymore,
for you-for me, whatever it could be,
whomever it could be, for you for me?
let it be
let it be
let it be
loner so lonesome, where are you from?
'cause in the end, I'm there too,
for you, for me....
Loner so lonesome
Loner so lonesome
Loner so lonesome
said and done...
gone,
gone for one,
Soul nevermore.
It sounds like a song to me :)
The repetitions are flowing so well.
"Soul,
gone in the world,
Running, running with wolves....
gone, warmth from the cold,
my cold war,
gone by what was said before...."
^
That's a very good stanza to start the piece with. And although the rest of the poem wasn't as strong as the opening, it still made me want to read more of it.
Something in your piece feels so very relatable to me.
"where are you from?
'cause in the end, I'm there too,"