What do we know of another soul?
Do we know if it is bitter, young or old,
Whether it has been treasured as gold
Or cast aside as useless stone?
Do we know if it glows bright
Or reflects nothing but shadows?
Can we discern only what we perceive --
An experience of some unknowable thing,
That it has confessed everything we see
Whether willingly or involuntarily?
That whenever it rears its head
It reminds us of the self in ourselves?
That the enigma of its existence
Weighs heavy upon our journeys
As far as we can foretell?
What do we truly know of another soul
Other than what we have already been told?
YOU ARE READING
Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
