by Marissa Bradley
The world of an old soul is
as Quiet as silence, as Calm
as sleep, and Empathizes as
deep as the sea.
An old soul Craves Maturity
like a caterpillar Needs its cocoon.
She sees those who are lost, and pities
them , for they know not what they do.
She helps however she can, but not
without colorful adolescence.
Immaturity is like a poison,
Increasing her loneliness.
How she Values meaningful
connections like holding onto
a life preserver, Without It She’ll
Die.
The world of an old soul is
as Quiet as the eye of a
hurricane, Empathizes as deep
as a black hole, and her loneliness continues
to grow like the tallest redwood,
she searches only to be disappointed.