Where did these chains come from I have not noticed them before. They are tight about my wrists and ankles and I cannot reach the door.When did I start wearing these rags they are certainly not my clothes. It is very very cold in here and it pains my hands and toes
My God where did that landscape come from those mountains and the snow? It is so very dark and I am lost and scared and not afraid to say so. Who are all those people and why do they not speak? They are chained and dressed in rags like me and like me they weep.
I try to move, it is in vain I cannot move an inch. Please tell me I am dreaming , please someone give me a pinch.Is someone in charge, please listen, I do not belong in this place I am not meant to be here take a good look at my face. No , no you misunderstand I do not come from here I am not one of these lost souls I should not be here.
Lost Souls
Pray for me please, do not forget. Please keep me in your mind . Don’t consign me to deep and dark despair. Think of me from time to time and say a prayer, be kind. Right now my soul is lost and low please think of me less this hell you’ll also know.
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