WANDER

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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