He walks without purpose
Sleeps without rest
He is hallow
The vessel now empty
Travels
Always in searching
For what was lost
For what may never be regained
A shadow of former self
He sacrificed his soul
Gifting it to those he loved
Only to be forsaken
Only to be forgotten
A ghost among others
A spectator to the world
He walks
Always travelling
Always waiting
And now
He’s forgotten why
Yet he continues
A slave to his endeavor
A victim to his goal
BY OSCAR TORRES LEON
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