The Lost Wallet
I lost my wallet while
wandering between
The pillar of despair and the
post of hope.
It’s colored dark, switching
ever between
White and black, pain and
relief.
Made of sinful desires, it's
damp
With the sweat of immoral
earnings.
Would that you, the one
sharing in my soul,
Find it, never return it
please.
Too long it's been with me
now,
Send it along through your
routes.
It contains cries and sighs
of mine,
Meant to be dispatched to
Eternity.
In the smallest pocket is my
lost Identity
Which they will demand at the
Entrance.
In the middle of the fold is
God,
Who'd been asleep when I lost
it.
The pocket beside contains
Emptiness,
Which is ever awake, waiting
thirstily.
O the finder, never return it
please,
Send it along through your
routes.
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