Traveling alone,
I was tossed outside,
Now within myself,
Is where I reside.
Aimlessly I wander,
This dusty lonely road,
The river within me drying up,
In this desert where it flowed.
By those I met,
I was viciously scorned,
Like an abandoned shack,
I am forever forlorn.
But don’t cry for me,
For the tears come too late,
Because the one you see before you,
Is the result of directed hate.
Yet I still live,
Though dark are my thoughts,
Striving ahead,
As my soul slowly rots.

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