I am standing alone
Against the western wind.
Every fragment of my soul
Aching.
Longing for distant land,
Places unseen.
Faces unfamiliar.
Cacophony of sounds
I've not heard.
Something inside of me
Wants to be free
Of all these chains
That have left my spirit broken.
Every step I take
Is a weary one.
I am unsure of how much
Further I can walk.
Before my entire world collapses
And the nothingness
Swallows me up.
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