Broken.

Shattered pieces of the soul,
Its life's mission aborted.,
A lone shadow,
slowly creeping towards it,
consuming the last of its kind.

A fake light,
comes to rescue the darkened soul,
the soul trusted once more,
trying to regain a purpose,
the fake light seems to help,
the soul doubt not,
of what comes to it.

Hath it recovered,
its pieces remade,
as if reborn,
but still looks for a purpose,
searched...

To find purpose,
need not be important,
to find love,
need not be living.
to find true love,
need not exsist.

if it be found,
it won't be easy to keep forever,
treasure it,
what the soul did,
only to have it taken away,
by whom once been trusted.

The light turns to darkness,
approaching fast,
the soul lost,
so is what that had been treasured.

Will it come back?
Thou need not worry,
problems cared by those,
that are connected to it,
soon forgotten,
lost with time.