I Fear to lose my soul,
To spiral down and out of control.
To slip away,
A little bit more everyday.
Till there's nothing left,
No socks, no vest.
For my soul to wear,
Will people stare?
At me, the boy,
Like a childless toy.
With no soul on my shoulder,
I'm trapped inside a boulder.
With no way out,
I scream and shout.
No one hears me to let me loose,
I'm a featherless goose.
With no chance to fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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