my soul

They stared right at me

Like they'd never seen a walking goddess.

But that's just immortality, my darling. 

People are born.

They live.

They are lucky to have survived. 

Then finally, in the blink of an eye,

Death prevails. 

The eternal being we all once looked forward to,

Hoped for, 

Ceases to exist.

We are left as dust, ashes. 

Remains of the past to be looked upon by future scientists.

"How did she eat breakfast?"

"What did she use this bone for?"

Our entire lives-

Everything we did out of the risk for survival,

Along with judgement and error,

Lead to absolute nothing. 

There is nothing to look forward to,

Nowhere to go.

I am stuck in this purgatory

With not even an ounce of hope left in my soul.