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Where Have They Gone?
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Poems from dark days I remember when this crazy journey began.
Those early years of seeking glory and my place in the world.
The long nights, the laughter, the tears, the struggles.
But I remember on thing better then anything else:
The People.
I remember the people. The warriors who stood shoulder to shoulder with me.
I remember the kindness of the ones who stood behind me.
And I remember the paths we walked as we made our way onward through the world.
Now, I stand alone. Alone, with my memories.
Where have they all gone?
Lost to either forks in the road, or the grave.
The wall has shattered, the supports have crumbled.
And now even the road has seemed to vanish.
Where do I go from her? Do I try to return? A defeated shell of a man?
Do I press on through the abyss? One man again the unknown?
Or do I sit here and wait, hoping for some answer to make itself present?
What is a man to do when he is left alone with his demons?
He either slays them, or is slain by them.
